"This is my son. Although he's a bit messy, he's actually quite handsome, right?" The middle-aged woman looked at the young man sleeping on the bed, her face full of affection.
Xiao Yue looked at her with some confusion. She had just complained that her son was lacking in this and that, and now she's praising him.
"He takes after me in looks. I was very pretty when I was young. Unfortunately, I married his dad, who was poor and incompetent. A lifetime with him was just unlucky." The middle-aged woman continued.
Xiao Yue heard this and turned to look around.
This room doesn't look like the home of a poor person.
Seeming to notice Xiao Yue's thoughts, the middle-aged woman immediately said, "This house was bought by my son."
Xiao Yue: ??
At this point, Xiao Yue had already realized that the woman in front of her was somewhat difficult. It's not that she's a bad person; overall, she's extremely worldly and contradictory, but Xiao Yue did not point it out.
