The next second, An Xiaoyu wished she could either shrink into the quilt or find a hole to bury herself in, to minimize her presence!
The scene before her was simply too much to handle!
Han Mengya bent down with a smile, facing An Xiaoyu's embarrassed little face, and asked, "Xiaoyu, do I look like a female ghost?"
An Xiaoyu's body went numb, and she quickly shook her head like a rattle drum.
"Not at all, not at all! You are much prettier than them!"
After saying that, An Xiaoyu wished she could bite her own tongue.
Oh my, how could she compare Shen Yufeng's mother to those female ghosts?
Was her brain playing tricks on her?
But Han Mengya smiled contentedly, her smile as warm as the spring breeze!
"Good daughter-in-law!"
An Xiaoyu: "..."
That works?
Shen Mengya could clearly see that An Xiaoyu was very embarrassed, and as for her own son's expression...
Cough, well, she simply chose to ignore it.
