"Xin'er, you can just call me auntie and call him uncle. Although I really want you to call us mom and dad right away, girls are shy, so let's take it slow step by step, no rush... Hee hee, once you're engaged, quickly have the wedding!"
Mrs. Nalan, understandingly, first helped Qin Xin solve the issue of what to call them.
Qin Xin maintained a polite smile, but couldn't help the slight twitch at the corner of her lips.
This lady talks about taking it slow, yet is eager for them to have the wedding.
Ah hem hem, Mr. Nalan's mother's style is just too amusing.
It's utterly unimaginable that such a mother with jumps in thinking would have a son like Mr. Nalan, who is so cold and restrained.
She glanced again at Nalan Qingze, who was as calm as water, sitting on the sofa.
It seemed that Mr. Nalan completely inherited his father's genes.
"Auntie, thank you, the gift is too precious, I can't accept it. Besides, I didn't bring any gift for you…"
