In the private room, Zhou's mother, Han Wenshu, took advantage of the gap when Fan Ying went out to say to her son, "This Xiaofan, why do I always feel that something's off about her?"
"What's wrong? Mom, isn't she good?"
Zhou's mother couldn't pinpoint what was wrong; she just felt that Xiaofan didn't seem like a simple child, her eyes and brows carried a calculating sharpness.
Especially with what she wore, a rose pink strapless top that subtly revealed her chest. How could you dress like that the first time meeting your mother-in-law? It looked too much like a kept mistress, every move full of seductive charm.
Zhou's mother really didn't like it.
Zhou Fan's expression remained usual as he said, "We haven't known each other long, we're still getting to know each other, let's wait and see how it goes."
Actually, Zhou Fan was just preparing a cushion for a future "breakup" with these words.
Instead, Han's face looked displeased.
