To be honest, although true love is invincible, the picture of a grandmother and her grandson together is still hard to accept.
In fact, Liang Meng didn't have a very good impression of Aunt Hong.
Although its true form is a butterfly, it does not have any of the beauty and lightness of a butterfly.
She wears gaudy clothes all day long, and paints her face with cheap rouge and powder, leaving her face already full of wrinkles. Yet, she's completely unaware of it, and every day, with that exaggerated makeup on, she smiles, giving people goose bumps.
If we have to say something unique and attractive about Aunt Hong, then her heartless smile is still a redeeming feature.
But this is not a reason for true love at all.
What exactly does Zhenshu like about Aunt Hong? Is it that she's older? Or that she doesn't bathe?
Or... is there some fatal attraction in Aunt Hong that these vulgar people haven't seen, but only Zhenshu has?
"Master."
Ignoring Aunt Hong's attempts to stop him, Zhenshu knelt down in front of Liang Meng with a thud.
Liang Meng:!!!!!!
What's going on? Every time I see this kid, Zhenshu, he always looks so arrogant. When he looks at people, his eyes are raised high, as if he's already given you a huge honor just by looking at you.
But now, he actually knelt down, still looking... pleading.
"What...what happened?"
Liang Meng was so surprised that he stuttered.
Aunt Hong was still pulling Zhenshu hard, trying to pull him up from the ground. But Zhenshu's knees seemed to be nailed to the ground, and no matter how hard Aunt Hong pulled, he knelt there motionless.
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