Rotten apples and glamor

The next morning.

When Lin Hanxing came downstairs, mother Lei was holding Zhan Nanheng's autograph happily.

"First aunt!" Yuan Bao was the first to see Lin Hanxing. He ran over and opened his arms, asking for a kiss, a hug, and a lift!

Suddenly, there was a click behind him.

The sheep dumpling shook its wool and pouted.

Just now, Lei min had placed the coffee cup on the table expressionlessly. Although he didn't turn around to look, he had done it with great power.

Lin Hanxing didn't even look at him. He reached out and picked up the shivering little sheep in his arms.

He pretended not to see Lei Xiao's fingers gradually tightening around the coffee cup!

"Daughter-in-law, I saw the news!"

"If you had to choose last night, who would you have chosen?"

Mother Lei did not even look at her son. She went up to Lin Hanxing and mumbled softly.

"Yinyin," Father Lei raised his head and stared at his wife with a sharp gaze.