After dinner, Xing Chen went to the company.
Ran Xiangsi didn't have to go to school in the morning, so Xiahou Xiu Yun dragged her to the beauty salon.
With a black face mask on her face, Ran Xiangsi lay flat, staring at the ceiling, and heard Xiahou Xiu Yun's slightly frustrated voice.
"Xiangsi, did you and Chen'er have an argument?"
Ran Xiangsi, "..."
Was it that obvious? Even Mrs. Xiahou noticed...
Seeing Ran Xiangsi's silence, Xiahou Xiu Yun realized she was right.
This morning, she saw the two of them eating breakfast without talking, and she knew there must be some disagreement.
Young people, newly married, their love life is fiery and passionate, but friction is inevitable.
This is when someone older like her needs to give the younger generation some advice.
"Chen'er, he's a lot like his father. Silent, taciturn, seems cold, but once he decides on you, it's for a lifetime.
In our Wilson family, he's the only child.
