Seeing the two elders so happy, Jiang Ningyan felt relieved.
I thought that in the past few years, the two elders would have some disagreements and estrangement.
Unexpectedly, they didn't ask any more questions and treated her the same as before.
She glanced at the indifferent-looking man beside her and teased.
"Mom and Dad haven't said a word to you. It seems like you've fallen out of favor."
Lu Bingchuan was used to it and put his arm around her waist. "As long as my wife still loves me, that's all."
He showed no intention of lowering his voice, and Jiang Ningyan's face immediately turned red.
Push him and say, "Keep your voice down."
The man curled his lips slightly and took her hand.
When entering the room, Jiang Ningyan poked the system.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that her blackening value was only over a thousand points.
There's nothing a good night's sleep can't fix.
If so, sleep more.
She believed in this statement and put it into practice.
In the end, the speed at which the blackening value decreased shocked the system.
Jiang Ningyan was in a good mood.
Lu Bingchuan is much easier to deal with than I imagined.
Once I return to Beijing, I believe nothing will happen again.
Faced with their precious grandson, the two elders, though well prepared, could still be described as at a loss.
Gao Qiaolan was reluctant to let the little guy walk a step, so she carried him directly to the prepared toy room.
The furniture in the house is all custom-made so that children won't bump into anything.
Different kinds of toys are displayed in order, from small airplanes to big tanks, and even dolls that little girls like.
Jiang Ningyan was overwhelmed when she saw this scene.
This attitude will definitely spoil the child.
"Yanyan, do you like any of these?"
Gao Qiaolan looked at her precious grandson nervously. She asked someone to buy some toys from Hai City, but she would have to wait two days to get them.
Jiang Jinyan didn't move at all and glanced at his mother first.
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