Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Such an elite and powerful upper-class household, Zhou Xiuhua felt that the difference was really too great, it would be more suitable to let her daughter marry someone more ordinary, a man whom her natal family could help and control.

If the difference in family background is not much, and her daughter’s husband really treats her badly in the future, the Xie Family could still seek justice!

But if the disparity is too great, and Xiaoqi has an unsatisfactory life in the future, her natal family wouldn’t even have the status to stand up for her, they could only bow their heads in submission!

Want to speak up for justice for your daughter? You also need to have a status.

"That’s fine, let’s put Xiaoqi’s matter aside for now, she’s at a critical time for her college entrance exams, don’t let her be distracted. Let’s talk to her after her exams when she’s on break. Wife, let’s go to bed early, I guess Ni will be discharged from the hospital and come home tomorrow, it’s going to be busy then."

Xie Tiesheng had a lot of thoughts while taking a shower, and seeing his daughter returning home early without lingering outside, he felt much better and spoke thus.

"That’s right, let’s sleep." Zhou Xiuhua had a few minutes to delay, and now her emotions were under control, her expression did not change much either.

Furthermore, because of Zhou Zhenghui’s unexpected visit earlier, Xie Tiesheng still hadn’t fully recovered from the surprise. Therefore, he did not notice anything wrong with his beloved wife’s demeanor.

The two of them went to wash up and then to bed.