"Has Su Family's sister left?"
"Yes."
"I just talked to her. Was my attitude too overbearing?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Fake."
Zhao Lingfei gave a playful glare and lightly punched someone.
After reorganizing his words, someone nodded solemnly, "Really."
"Oh, then tell me, does she actually respect me?"
"Definitely respects."
"I think so too... Ugh, I don't want to eat red dates anymore, it's a bit much."
"Red dates are good for the blood, I added them for you and Qian'er to replenish... Be good, open your mouth, just one more, the rest will be for Qian'er to handle..."
Little Qian'er: "..."
On the 'messy' bright red bridal bed, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong were softly chatting while eating breakfast.
The window next to the bed was opened from inside.
Sunlight fell onto the quilt.
The vermillion curtains fluttered upwards.
Zhao Rong sat cross-legged on the red mandarin duck quilt, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, coaxing the two ladies to eat breakfast.
