An Zizhao's mouth twitched violently: Mother, you are really... you don't have any pot to open.

Quan Hanting: "Not very good."

Mingying understood: "It doesn't matter, my aunt will introduce you to you in the future." In her mind, her own children will never be wrong. If they can't see each other, they can only be someone else's daughter who is not in line with her wishes.

Well, the current wife in power in An’s family is so tough and arrogant, simple and crude.

Quan Hanting: "Thank you aunt, I already have it."

"You're welcome, you have..."

etc!

Mingying paused, and an unbelievable look flashed in her eyes: "You have it? What do you have?"

Turning his head to look at his son, An Zizhao spread his hands and shook his head regretfully.

Looking at his nephew again, An Zijun's eyes were confused, and he was still confused.

Mingying had no choice but to turn her inquiry eyes to the parties involved.

Quan Hanting was calmer than anyone present, "I have a girlfriend."

This news was like a sudden thunder, but it spread throughout the An family in a short time.

Quan Hanting's parents and grandparents all came, blocking him in the middle like watching the miracle of the world.

Anzi Showa and Anzi Jun were squeezed out instead.

An Zizhao: How is my brother’s relationship so much attracted much attention?

An Zijun: Wow! Brother Ting’s ten thousand-year-old iron tree is finally about to bloom!

Everyone talked, but in the end the old lady stood up and shouted before finally calming down.

Ye Guxing spoke, even if everyone was itchy, they could only temporarily restrain themselves.

Joke, the old lady’s authority in this family, even the old man dares not to rebel, let alone the younger generations?

"Everything is spread out, don't surround Ah Ting, let him sit down, there are opportunities to ask clearly."

The old man An Junhuang unconditionally agreed with his wife and looked at the excited couple An An and Yi Fengjue: "Listen to your damn."

A trace of tears flashed in An An's eyes. Yi Fengjue hugged her into his arms and comforted her softly: "Don't cry, my son is still watching."

An An Chaoquan Hanting looked at her son's worried gaze and felt warm in her heart.

Yi Fengjue: "Let's sit down too."

"Um."

One minute later, people sat on all sides of the sofa.

Quan Hanting, An Zizhao, and An Zijun did not move and ranked first.

The old man and the old lady sit in the seat.

On both sides are Yi Feng and his wife, and Mingying, the first digger of the gossip.

Everyone unanimously handed over the right to the old lady.

Even An An had no objection. After all, the old lady was her biological mother and A Ting's relative's grandmother.

Ye Guxing did not refuse. Although his black hair changed to white hair, his face was no longer as good as before, but his eyes were shining with the light of wisdom.

On the surface, Mingying is the legitimate wife of the An family, but in private, she also needs to ask the old lady for many questions.

Therefore, there is no doubt about Ye Guxing's logical thinking, expression ability, and sensitivity. With her grandmother's identity, it is perfect for her to come forward to ask Quan Hanting.

"A Ting, you just said you had a girlfriend?"

"Um."

"Who is it? What's the name?"

"Shen Huan, from Ningcheng."

Ningcheng means that it has nothing to do with Kyoto and should not be among those big families.

The old man who was watching quietly on the side obtained key information and directly sent instructions with a microcommunicator. It is believed that within two hours of the information network of An's family, Shen's personal information will appear in front of him.

Seeing this, Quan Hanting did not stop him.

At first, he believed that his family had no malice.
Chapter completed!