Before Jane McCain could finish her sentence, the little boy sitting diagonally across from her spoke up again—
"Great-grandmother said that Uncle brought back a princess, the bedsheets should be made of long-staple cotton satin, the quilt should be cashmere, and the towels should be Aksu long-staple cotton... umph!"
The little boy's mouth was covered by his mother once again.
"Gilbert, don't be naughty! Do you know how hard it is for Uncle Allen to find a girlfriend?" The mother tried to kindly persuade the child and then gave Jane an apologetic smile.
However, Jane didn't see it.
Because her head was hanging down low, wanting to find a crack in the ground to slip into!
Oh my god... could this get any more embarrassing?!
Everyone could see Jane's awkwardness, and Allen's grandparents were worried, afraid they were not being good hosts, so they spoke many reassuring words.
