Xing Mengzheng had always been prejudiced against Mo Shu, thinking she was just a brainless rich girl. But the more she got to know her, the more pleasantly surprised she became, and now she truly regarded Mo Shu as her own daughter.
When Yu Siqiao returned home, what he saw was the future mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatting and drinking coffee cheerfully together.
Mo Shu was holding a cup of coffee, and Yu Siqiao's brows knitted together, "What are you drinking?"
He then went straight up to her and took the cup from her hand.
Mo Shu paused for a moment, looked up at him, and blinked.
Yu Siqiao took a sip himself, found it very refreshing and tasty, but it was so sour that his brows furrowed.
Thank goodness, it wasn't coffee.
Xing Mengzheng clicked her tongue, "Have you no shame, snatching your wife's drink? Isn't there one for you over there?"
Yu Siqiao took a sip, got hit by the sour taste, handed it back, and asked, "Why drink something so sour?"
