Tens of Millions of Pocket Money

Qiao Mianmian bit her lip and remained silent.

Mo Yesi knew she was indeed worried about this.

"Don't be afraid." He placed his big warm hand on her head and glanced down, her delicate little face reflecting in his deep eyes. "With me around, nobody will be hard on you. I promise you, if you feel unhappy there, we can leave at any time.

"Mianmian, you're my wife. I value you, so I want to bring you to see my parents soon. I hope that not only do I like you but that my parents and relatives can like you too."

The man's voice was gentle and coaxing.

It was also laced with rare patience.

After all these, Qiao Mianmian couldn't really refuse.

In spite of the apprehension in her heart, she still conceded. "… Okay."

She would have to go home with him sooner or later.

There was no escaping it.

And as he said, he had already met her family and friends, so it couldn't be justified if she refused to see his family.