Bo Yimo looked at her with a smile on his lips, his eyes full of affection, as if everything his girl said was right.
Old Mrs. Zhan was quite unwilling, thinking what right did this woman have to eat Zhan Family's food, so she said, "It seems Little Mo's taste hasn't changed, I'll have Ah Gui make those dishes from before."
Bo Yimo didn't say a word, just turned around and left directly.
Old Mrs. Zhan had no choice but to compromise, hurriedly saying, "Little Mo, Little Mo, I was just joking, I'll have Ah Gui make whatever you said right away."
So, in hindsight, was all that necessary?
The housekeeper glanced at the old lady, then at the young master, and sighed softly in his heart.
It was clear the young master was deeply in love, seeing this girl as very important, how could he directly confront her, the old lady just doesn't get it.
The group of people entered the small villa.
