His idea of an ideal mate is Su Li.
Su Li's cheeks turned rosy, the white porcelain-like cheeks blushing like a tempting red apple.
Su Li hugged the grape juice bottle, slightly lifting her swan-like neck, and replied with a radiant smile, "I think I had a misunderstanding about my ideal partner before. Meeting Mr. Qi corrected this mistake."
Feng Huaijin gently lowered his head, a low laughter emanating from deep within his elegant Adam's apple, clearly delighted.
Their group returned to the hall, and the old man saw the grape juice in Su Li's hand, shaking his head, he said, "Why didn't you take a few more bottles? The wine here at grandpa's place is for you all to enjoy freely. It's a waste that Feng Huaijin is allergic to alcohol."
It took so long to have a granddaughter-in-law who could drink, yet she only took one bottle, leaving the old man a bit disappointed.
