"Did you guys order takeout? What smells so delicious?" Shi Yue came back from outside, and the moment she stepped into the dormitory, she was greeted with a strong aroma, so she casually asked.
"It smells great, doesn't it? It's a nourishing soup full of love made by An'an's future mother-in-law. Her boyfriend just delivered it. Too bad you're back late; we've finished it all," they replied.
"Really?" The smile on Shi Yue's face faded a bit.
Contrary to her expectations, the other party didn't get angry after seeing the photo; instead, they even sent her soup.
Why is this girl always so lucky?
"Her boyfriend and his mother really treat her well, but isn't it too early to call her 'future mother-in-law' now?" Shi Yue looked in Sheng Ning'an's direction, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.
In this day and age, who can guarantee that two people will definitely end up getting married?
Sheng Ning'an couldn't be bothered with her.
