C220 Chapter 220 Take Your Hand

Upon hearing his words, the nearby salesperson couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering their mouth. The clerk eyed Chen Yang, who was crouched down massaging Su Miao's feet, with a look of scorn.

It was clear why Chen Yang was acting so deferential—he was a matrilocal son-in-law.

You could tell at a glance he wasn't well-off.

As the saying goes, a poor gentleman is worth nothing