"Alright, honestly, don't you know your daughter is thin-skinned?"
Then Melinda's mother smiled and looked at Chen Cheng.
"So this is my new son-in-law, is it?"
When Chen Cheng saw Melinda's mother, he did not rush over to greet her. Instead, he took out a smartphone from this era and said to her:
"Mom, don't move. Let me take a picture of you."
Seeing Chen Cheng taking her picture, Melinda's mother immediately stood still, carrying herself with the poise of a noble lady as she looked into the camera.
"Ah, perfect. Mom, let's take another one."
"Really? I'm already an old woman."
Melinda's mother smiled as she called herself old, then followed Chen Cheng's instructions and struck several more poses.
Melinda came to Chen Cheng's side and secretly pinched the soft flesh at his waist.
"What are you up to? Hurry up and bring over the gifts we prepared."
Chen Cheng had done this because seeing Melinda's mother in this world had reminded him of Melinda from the Karmak Continent. From the day she was born, she had never known what her own mother looked like.
The only news she had ever heard was the slander and abuse directed at her mother whenever she was humiliated as a child.
If he could record this moment, then after they returned, perhaps Melinda could truly see what her mother looked like through the photographs.
After Chen Cheng took one last happy family photo of Melinda's parents, he rubbed his waist and said:
"Why are your hands so strong? Mom is so beautiful, Dad is so handsome—I couldn't help myself."
Chen Cheng was a textbook case of someone with outrageous social confidence. Those forms of address and flattering words simply rolled off his tongue.
Melinda's mother nearly smiled herself into a chrysanthemum.
"Did