Chen Jing suddenly stood up straight and patted her chest to assure him.
"Grandma, I promise to complete the mission."
"What mission?"
Xiao Xiangnan and his wife walked in together. He was carrying a sack on his shoulder, and his wife, Zheng Xiaoli, was carrying a basket.
Zheng Xiaoli's family members work in a beverage factory, and the soft drinks she prepared for Shishi were obtained through their help.
The two of them just went to the factory, not to get soda, but to exchange it for clean glass bottles.
They didn't know what their sister wanted the glass bottle for, so they just went along with it.
The basket in Zheng Xiaoli's hand was filled with fresh oranges.
Chen Jing glanced at her grandmother and whispered what had just happened, causing both of them to frown.
"If I remember correctly, Xie Jiancheng's eldest son is 25 years old, and his brother-in-law is only 25 years old. That means that scumbag hooked up with Feng Qiulan before his brother-in-law was born."
Zheng Xiaoli looked terrified. "Luckily, Grandma didn't acknowledge Xie Miao, otherwise it would have been like rubbing salt into my uncle's wounds."
"Hmph, Grandma doesn't think much of that spoiled brat. She has no princess life but a princess attitude."
Chen Jing looked disdainful; she hated arrogant people the most.
Xie Lin stood under the tree, listening to the entire conversation of the group.
Xie Jiancheng, Feng Qiulan, hehe.
Just when everyone thought the two still had some sense of shame and dared not show their faces, they swaggered out and came to annoy people early the next morning.
A face full of guilt, eyes brimming with remorse for the child.
The other one was beaming with joy, like a mother who had found her long-lost child.
Zhou Lie and Song Yunchao, along with their grandchildren, were having breakfast together at the Xiao family's house. The younger children couldn't understand what was going on, but the adults immediately grasped the whole story.
Everyone ate while watching their performance.
As Shishi ate the tangy pickled cabbage buns, she chewed and swallowed them before asking a question that made the other person want to disappear into the ground.
"Hey, who are they talking about? Why aren't they saying names? They keep saying 'Xiao Xie,' and Shishi thinks they meant to say 'thank you' but got it wrong."
How ironic that a father doesn't know his own son's name.
Xie Lin handed her a steamed bun, his voice calm and even, "Sweetie, eat up. Don't worry about people who aren't involved."
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