Everyone seems to be quite happy.
Wu Ling sat by the stove absentmindedly picking at the chestnuts, watching Gong Xin Zhi chatting enthusiastically with the relatives, eyebrows dancing, gesturing and providing data, creating a business empire in words in no time...
He looks really capable.
But... why am I not happy?
But specifically what's wrong, she couldn't say. It just feels like after coming back, she's developed an inexplicable sense of competitiveness, feeling that her boyfriend is also not good here, didn't do right there, even now talking big...
Look! She even felt deep down that he was "talking big!"
Wu Ling silently shook her head, but the shadow over her heart couldn't be shaken off just yet. Thinking it over and over, she turned and went into the kitchen to find Qiaoqiao.
Her unreliable brother had already run off to focus on cattle and sheep. Song Tan seemed to have a lot of social experience, but...
