C8 (1/2)

”Aunt Gui, did something happen at home?”

Zhuo Minghui asked after the phone call.

”Old master, young mistress …”

”Did she run away?”

Zhuo Weoting pressed the hands-free button, and laughed coldly the moment he heard the word 'Young Mistress'.

”No, Young Master, Young Mistress has eaten a lot in the afternoon. I'm thinking, has Young Mistress been abused for a long time?”

Sister Gui said nervously.

”Much? ”How much is a lot?”

Zhuo WeiTing was stunned. Although the Song Family wasn't rich, they still wouldn't mistreat their daughter, right?

”Old Liu cooked seven dishes and a soup at noon. Young Mistress had finished it all by herself and had even eaten some snacks after lunch. In short, it was quite scary.”

She looked upstairs nervously, afraid that the young mistress would come down.

”Being able to eat is a blessing. Aunt Gui, don't scare her. If you ask Old Liu to cook more tonight, Young Master and I will go back to eat.”

After Zhuo Ming gave the instructions, he hung up.

”Dad, have you ever seen a woman eat so much at a meal?”

Zhuo WeiTing asked as he sat in front of the CEO's office chair.

”We got married yesterday and had to put on makeup. Maybe we didn't eat yesterday. If that's the case, then what's so strange about that. Right, Wei, how is the child? Does it suit you?”

Zhuo Minghui asked his son happily.

This daughter-in-law was chosen by him. Moreover, it was chosen according to a man's taste. Moreover, she was very shrewd and was very suitable to be a matriarch.