Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Zhou Zhenghui, supported by Xie Jingzi, obediently drank the full cup of honey water. However, time had slipped to nine in the evening.

Following Zhou Zhenghui’s instructions, Wan Song had taken Little Tiantian home earlier and was also scheduled to pick him up at nine. It was neither too early nor too late, a suitable time for him to take his leave.

The Zhou family had many elders and children around— it simply wasn’t a place to linger for long.

Especially since several of the adult men were now drunk.

Xie Tiesheng, observing the interactions between his youngest child and the Zhou’s progeny, felt aggrieved and was led back to his room by Zhou Xiuhua. After washing up, he was pushed to bed to sleep.

Xiuhua, having come to terms with things, looked on with a positive, amused expression.

This allowed Zhou Zhenghui to see clearly and he was greatly relieved inside: Indeed, as the brothers said, a mother-in-law always grows more fond of her son-in-law— excellent!

Xie Jingzi, present in the living room, also noticed and her cheeks reddened slightly, relaxing a bit. Just then, she heard the familiar sound of a car downstairs and helped Zhou Zhenghui down, leaving Xie Jingyang still lying on the stiff sofa. And Xie Jingchen?

Heh, as soon as he saw Jiang Xiaoying coming downstairs, he simply excused himself with a ’help yourself’ and went straight up to the third floor.