When Xiao Zimo appeared holding An Ning's hand, the faces of the three people sitting at the dining table all changed.
This information told An Ning that they all disliked her.
Xiao Zimo pulled her slowly towards the seats, his eyes smiling when he looked at her, "It's enough that I like you."
It was like the spring rain nourishing the earth, a single sentence moved her into the warmth of spring.
An Ning had a smile on her face, and she held his hand even tighter.
They hadn't been together for long, and she was unwilling to let go of his small hand.
When Xiao Zimo seated her, Xiao Hai's face turned extremely ugly.
He glanced disdainfully at An Ning and said in a deep voice, "This is a family dinner."
The implication was clear—An Ning should get lost.
"That's right," Xiao Zimo shrugged, "This is a family dinner, and I need to formally introduce An Ning to mom and dad, my current girlfriend, my future wife, and the future daughter-in-law of the Xiao Family."
