Ling Tianyi took Xia Xiaoluo to the villa. It was almost 5 o’clock in the afternoon. Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law come home hand in hand, He Meishu felt very happy.

“Mother, where’s father?” Ling Tianyi asked. He worried that Ling Desheng would trouble him during the festival. After all, Xia Xiaoluo was not pregnant, and he had no capital to bargain with his father.

“Your father was watering his flowers here just now, but now he seems to go back ...