An Xuan doesn't dare to look into Aunt Li's eyes when he speaks.
"As expected, the saying 'sons dislike their mothers when they grow up' is true. You now not only dislike my old age but also think my taste is ugly, sigh." Aunt Li pretended to be saddened, shaking her head. Hearing this, An Xuan hastily lifted his head and waved both hands.
"Mom, how could I dislike you? Really, I genuinely care for you, and what you fixed is truly quite beautiful." To make his words sound more convincing, he intensified his tone.
"Since you like it, in the future, you don't need to hire a gardener for your villa next door to trim the garden. Just let me do it; since you think it's pretty, there's no need to waste that money." Aunt Li's casual words hit An Xuan like a lightning strike.
An Xuan gaped in astonishment at his foster mother.
Actually, some money doesn't need to be saved.
