Worrying about matters, Ming Ge did not sleep well the entire night.
The next morning.
She applied light makeup to cover the dark circles under her eyes, because she was going to the cemetery on the mountain to pay tribute to her mother, she didn't wear bright and eye-catching colors, but chose a simple and quietly elegant dress.
Wearing it, her figure was graceful.
Yesterday, Ming Ge had already informed Gong Yeyan over the phone that they would visit her mother's grave together this morning, and when the family went out, they saw a black car waiting outside.
He also thoughtfully bought flowers.
White daisies.
"Not sure what my mother-in-law likes, so I bought these," Gong Yeyan said.
This gesture made Ming Zhiyuan even more satisfied with his cheap son-in-law in his heart.
Even the way he looked at him was filled with a touch more affection, "She likes tulips, just like Xiaoge."
