There's no doubt Zhao Xiaohua was enraged.
The siblings were at it again.
Zhao Xiaoshu, however, sat quietly to the side.
"What kind of girl does Xiaoshu like?" Meng Yao asked him.
The Zhao Xiaoshu now was a complete contrast to the dark Zhao Xiaoshu Meng Yao had once seen; he was too obedient.
"Whatever kind my mom likes, I like too," Zhao Xiaoshu replied.
This way of thinking is dangerous.
Isn't this developing into a mama's boy?
Having one Zhao Dajiang was already enough for Meng Yao to be worried about; she certainly didn't need another Zhao Xiaoshu.
"Xiaoshu, it's not right to think like that. In the future, it's you who will live with your wife, not your mom. Therefore, your future wife should be someone you choose because you like her," Meng Yao sternly corrected him.
"Mom will surely like a good girl. If she's a good girl, of course, I'll like her," Zhao Xiaoshu blinked his eyes, somewhat unclear about why his mother thought he was wrong.
