The two of them stood in front of the fitting mirror, Zuo Mufeng's mouth curling up, embracing Tang Han by the shoulder, "Look how much we look like a married couple."
"Alright, let's go down."
Tang Han felt a bit embarrassed, thinking that Zuo Mufeng was quite self-admiring.
Well, she admitted he indeed was very handsome.
The two descended from upstairs, and He Wan, catching a glimpse, couldn't help but exclaim, "Honey, look, our son and daughter-in-law are such a match, our son looks dashing today."
Mr. Zhuo, holding the newspaper, didn't even glance over, "Of course, who do you think gave birth to him?"
He Wan took a deep breath; this old man, at his age, was still so narcissistic.
"Xiao Han, Mu Feng, breakfast is ready. I was worried you wouldn't have a good meal at the hospital, so eat a bit before you leave."
Zuo Mufeng pulled Tang Han to the dining table, ate hastily, as he was somewhat impatient.
