Future Mother-in-law

Wen Xiangyang, sitting in the back seat of the car, just tightly gripped her cellphone, staying silent for a while before she finally spoke softly, "If there's no surprise, it should be my future mother-in-law."

Yes, it was very likely that Han Mo was Mu Lingqian's mother.

Even if she looked only in her thirties, who could guarantee that she doesn't know how to maintain herself?

"Future mother-in-law?" Upon hearing this, the enthusiastic taxi driver pressed down on the accelerator: "If you are going to meet your future mother-in-law, then you definitely can't be late. Miss, rest assured, I'll get you to your destination as quickly as possible."

With the help of the enthusiastic driver, Wen Xiangyang was late, but only by ten minutes. Thanking him, she paid the fare and rushed into the Blue Mountain Cafe with her purse.

Upon entering, she immediately saw Han Mo sitting directly across from her, dressed in an elegant long dress.