Feng Teng facial looks so angry and I just kept my mouth shut until I couldn't anymore.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He stands up straight.
"Hmm. I think we need to talk with auntie Ling." He changed the subject.
Huh? What the meaning of this?
So he is not going to respond or thinking a way to solve all next coming problem, with my mom opinion of him and my ex-boyfriend friendly with my mom here.
"For what?" I ask shortly.
"This is the first time auntie Ling got here. So we need to let her know our stuff so she can do her job properly," He puts his hand out to me and I let him pull me up.
"What stuff?" I asked.
"Hmm, I'm not sure," he answers on a huff.
"Let talk to her first." He tries to tug me towards the kitchen.
I pull my hand away.
"No. She is your housekeeper. Not mine," I shake my head.
Ops, so my little comment has just earned me a lion growl and a hyena glare from him.
