Seeing their display of motherly love and filial piety, their happy family facade, disgusted him.
So, he swept aside the apple Zhao Xinyuan offered, took a fruit knife from the drawer, and began peeling apples for himself and his sister.
He considered the apple Zhao Xinyuan had peeled to be dirty.
Wang Shuqiu's mother also noticed her children's discomfort and, without dawdling, said directly, "Qiuqiu, you and Xiao Du need to hurry up with your marriage plans. Your father and I have agreed on 18,000 yuan for the betrothal gifts, just enough to cover our expenses for hosting guests. You and Xiao Du should also discuss when our families can meet to settle this."
Wang Shuqiu, who had been gloomy all day, suddenly brightened, looking at her mother with pleasant surprise.
