Xu Lian nodded, "I think Yangyang is absolutely right."
...
On the other side.
Zuo Ling rode his bicycle back home.
Zuo's father, unable to wait, asked, "How did it go? Did Xiaoxi's parents have a good first impression of you?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Zuo's mother, sitting on the sofa watching TV, scoffed. "Our Lingling's credentials are so outstanding, you couldn't find a better son-in-law with a lantern. Could the Shangguan Family possibly look down on us?"
Zuo's parents were both retired factory workers, and they had been cadres at the factory, so their retirement benefits were extremely generous, with a pension of three hundred yuan each month. Plus, owning two apartments in Beijing, life was particularly comfortable for them.
Hearing this, Zuo's father nodded in agreement, "That's true."
The mother continued, "How are Xiaoxi's family conditions? Are they as good as your Uncle Chen's?"
