While Ma Jingtian's mouth watered, Black and Qianmo ignored him at the same time.
The virtue of friendliness ceased to exist with the Mo Duo.
"When I got up in the morning, I left a serving for Uncle in the kitchen, and I also set aside the other dishes for him. Plus, I marinated chicken feet with pickled pepper for him and put it in the refrigerator. You can let him open it in two days and have it when he drinks."
In order to curry favor with his in-laws, Black has really used all means.
"Last night, my dad was snoring; were you able to sleep peacefully?" Qianmo could hear her dad's snoring from upstairs, and it was so loud, even the ceiling quaked.
Yu Changmo laughed but said nothing.
She fed the last piece of dried meat to his mouth. On the back seat, Ma Jingtian looked at them chatting and mulled. They shouldn't be a couple.
