"Use the greatest weapon of women—tears."
Han Yingying widened her eyes in surprise, "Mom, do you cry too?"
"I don't like to cry, and I have a high tear threshold. But I accidentally discovered that that blockhead has no defense against tears, so I pestered him until he dared not refuse me. When he did, I would just cry and show him.
To stop me from crying, he had to agree with everything I wanted. After a while, he got used to it. By the time he realized I had stayed in his world for too long, I had already taken root in his heart."
Mrs. Shen grew sweeter as she spoke, her entire demeanor radiant.
Han Yingying couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it gets!
"This trick works not only on your dad but also on your grandfather."
"Really?"
"Try it and see."
After hearing Mrs. Shen's words, Han Yingying suddenly felt eager to try.
Seeing her expression, Mrs. Shen chuckled to herself: "Let's go, it's time to eat."
"Okay."