"A wife, of course, needs Mo himself to dote on."
Elder Lady Xi watched Lan Xin Ai with mirth, making her feel that grandma's gaze was always on her belly, which made her quite embarrassed.
"Grandma." Lan Xin Ai couldn't help but rush into her arms, only then did she feel less awkward.
Lin Mengyao smiled in agreement, but a hint of coldness flashed deep in her eyes.
"Mengyao, do you have enough money to open the coffee shop?" Elder Lady Xi asked.
"Grandma, it's enough."
Lin Mengyao's voice was soft, with an especially gentle tone.
"If it's not enough, come to grandma."
Elder Lady Xi felt very comforted to see Lin Mengyao had become so sensible now.
"Thank you, grandma." Tears welled up in Lin Mengyao's eyes.
"Silly child, why are you crying?"
Elder Lady Xi became a little flustered seeing Lin Mengyao's eyes reddening.
