Old Mrs. Cen pulled Cen Shaoqing to the door of the living room. She pointed at the big fat cat nestled in ye Zao’s arms and said, “Look, you’re not even as fat as Big Fatty!”
Cen Shaoqing:”...”
The cat was his biological son.
Ye Zao was also his biological son.
Only he was not.
Old Mrs. Cen continued, “Are you not convinced?”
“No.”
Old Mrs. Cen rolled her eyes at him, “It’s useless even if you’re unconvinced. If you were really that amazing, the one nestled in Leaf’s arms wouldn’t be fat anymore! Even a cat knows to be attentive to the person they like! I don’t even have an adjective to describe you now! You’re nothing!”
After reprimanding Cen Shaoqing, old Mrs. Cen returned to the main hall and continued chatting with Ye Zao.
Her granddaughter-in-law was still the best!
Unlike that little rascal!
Her entire body was filled with disgust.
At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.
“Old Madam, Madam, Young Master Zeyan is here.”