"Hurry up, hurry up." Lan Yiqing had been imagining this day for a long time, dreaming of the day she could go shopping hand in hand with her daughter-in-law. Today, this dream finally came true. She was so happy. The more she looked at An Nan, the more she liked her. She must have her son settle down with her soon, or else she'd cry if some other man snatched her away.
Taking advantage of An Nan changing clothes, Lan Yiqing took out her phone to send a warning message to her son: "You little brat, hurry up and marry her and bring her home. If someone else snatches her away, I'll wring your neck."
The man who saw the text raised his eyebrows helplessly: "Is this what they mean by having a wife means no more sons?"
Just entering the fitting room, An Nan hadn't clearly seen what clothes she was holding. Now, she looked closely and couldn't help twitching her face. A dress? It was actually a dress. Sitting deflated on the chair in the fitting room, she was full of distress.