The old madam was almost seventy years old, yet she was still strong and full of vitality.
"Sihan, when will you bring grandma's granddaughter-in-law home?" the old lady asked.
Mu Sihan put down his chopsticks and leaned against the back of the chair in a slow, yet wild manner. His deep black orbs stared at the petite woman sitting opposite of him, who focused only on eating her food.
He stared at her long, luscious eyelashes as her eyes looked down at her food. The tip of his tongue poked the insides of his cheek and he raised his eyebrow slightly. The way he looked like he was holding back a smile, yet also was not smiling, made him look like a living devil.
Nan Zhi felt absolutely awkward from his unreserved gaze. Raising her eyes a little, she sent him a hidden glare, wanting to kick him under the table.
Stop staring!
The man's lips turned up into an evil smile at the sight of her having the gall to glare at him.
