"Click—"
The door was opened.
Following that, Qian Guixiang, with a rag in her hand, peered out with half of her body.
Seeing it was Wen Ruan, she hurriedly opened the door wider, "Ruannuan, what are you standing out there for? Come in quickly, it's so hot in the hallway."
Just now, she had heard her daughter's voice, which is why she had come out to see.
Wen Ruan nodded silently, clutching her phone as she walked in.
"It's too hot, have a slice of chilled watermelon. I just bought some Kirin melon, it's really sweet."
Guixiang quickly discarded the rag, handed over the fruit plate, and took her beloved daughter's bag.
Wen Ruan curled her lip, her mom's change of face was a bit too abrupt.
In the past, over the matter of matchmaking, she seemed desperate to kick her own daughter out.
Now, she's all concern and affection every day, like they'd returned to Wen Ruan's childhood.
