As they were speaking, Song Dafang really pulled a TV out of the trunk, and Wu Lan's eyes widened—
"It's so small?!"
Isn't it just small.
Ever since smart TVs became popular, Song Tan hadn't seen such a small TV; this one can't be more than 30 inches?
Wu Lan chuckled, her good mood multiplied, and she even walked over voluntarily:
"Oh my, what's this all about?"
Mao Li's expression was a bit uneasy—she just got out of the car and saw Wu Lan dressed like a nouveau riche watching them at the door.
As they were hesitating on the steps, she stood firmly and looked on.
If it weren't for the TV to stall for a bit, they'd really have lost face.
Luckily, they didn't bring their son back today, otherwise, where would they put the faces of their parents?
But even so, hearing Wu Lan's sarcastic remarks, it was still hard for her to keep a natural expression.
