Wang Shuyun didn't feel at all that she had been coaxed into selling herself out.
Truth be told, she's eaten so much of Yang Aiguo's food, accompanying him to buy a few pieces of clothing was no big deal.
"So handsome," Wang Shuyun commented with admiration, "Come on, let's get my son dressed up handsomely too."
Suddenly, she realized that these kinds of days weren't bad at all.
She used to love shopping, buying and buying, but often ended up with a bunch of useless stuff. Now, watching an ordinary middle-aged man be spruced up by her, the entire aura of the person changed.
Wang Shuyun felt a deep sense of accomplishment.
Yang Yunhai glanced over with his phoenix eyes, "I have a wife."
"Mm-hmm, you have a wife," Wang Shuyun nodded cluelessly but realized what he meant when she saw Gu Lingling's blushing face.
She was being discarded.
The guy wanted his wife to dress him, not his old mom.
Wang Shuyun sighed.
