"Sister-in-law Hailan, please don't say that. This sounds like coercion. Nowadays, everyone is in free love!"

After cleaning the balcony, Lin Qiyue came in and couldn't help but say something to Hailan.

Hailan's daughter, Liu Manman, held a rag, her eyes flickering a few times, and then she agreed with Lin Qiyue's words, scratching her head and saying to her mother, "Mom, Aunt Qiyue is right. The teacher said that now it's our turn to make our own decisions."

“What do you know, you little girl!” Hailan retorted, looking at her daughter.

Seeing the rag in her hand, he frowned with concern: "Oh dear! You've taken your medicine and gotten wet, I think you don't want to go to school, do you?"

Liu Manman is seven years old and has started elementary school, but she is staying home to rest because she has a cold.

Seeing her mother come out to help, she wanted to come out too.

Hailan looked at her daughter with extreme anxiety.

"Look at you!" She wanted to scold her but didn't dare. Looking at her daughter's blushing face, she felt a pang of heartache.

"Let Manman sit down for a bit. We'll be done cleaning soon. That young couple should be back soon. We should head back after we finish cleaning, otherwise Xiaole's face will definitely turn bright red when she sees us."

“Who says otherwise? Last time I teased her, she was so shy she almost cried!” Hailan washed the woman’s hands while drying them with a handkerchief from her pocket, afraid that she would catch a cold again.

Wang Xiaoyin suddenly heard the sound of a car, went outside, and saw them returning through the railing in the corridor.

"They're back, and it looks like they bought a lot of things!"