"Seeing this, the mother here seems to have basked in her daughter's glory!"
Song Bingyun gave Tang Yi a glare and said with feigned annoyance, "Smooth talker!"
Ding Xiaoxin had already opened her bag and whispered, "Godmother, your noodles are still there."
Liang Rulan opened the designer bag in her hand and saw three lipsticks and three bottles of perfume inside, overjoyed beyond measure.
"Tang Yi, that's very thoughtful of you."
"Look at this, I've raised my own daughter for over twenty years, and she's never been this considerate."
Song Bingyu said with irritation, "Yes, yes, a daughter is no match for a son-in-law; from now on, let your son-in-law take care of you in old age, okay?"
Watching the mother and daughter bicker, Ding Xiaoxin smiled happily on the side.
"Xiaoxin, do you like it?" Tang Yi asked with a smile.
"I like it, thank you, Brother!" Ding Xiaoxin said with a face full of gratitude.