These three men didn't feel like third wheels at all, and seemed particularly familiar as they walked around the house!
Especially Uncle Qiao Junnan, he acted just as if he were in his own home, not feeling out of place one bit.
"Qianqian, where's the fruit knife? I'll cut some fruit for everyone!" Qiao Junnan, who had washed a pile of fruit in the kitchen, poked his head out and loudly asked.
Shen Hanqian looked at him particularly annoyed, then replied even louder, "The fruit knife in 'my home' is on the top shelf, right above your head!"
She emphasized the words "my home" heavily, as if she was afraid no one else would hear it.
Of course, her main target was the child. For some reason, even though she knew she wasn't Junjun's mother, Shen Hanqian still wanted to leave a good impression on the child, not wanting the child to look down on her.
After hearing this, Little Junjun felt exceptionally happy inside, and a smile spread across his face.
