Suddenly, Zhang Luoya said," Hey, Little Uncle, your hand…" Why are you wearing a ring?"
Upon hearing this, the other four people in the room turned to look at Jing Muchen. Indeed, on his left ring finger, there was a simple man's ring.
"Chen Chen..." Li Menting couldn't be bothered to look at her grandson anymore. She leaned over and widened her eyes." This…" What do you mean?"
Isn't that a wedding ring?
Li Muchen narrowed his eyes, his face calm and emotionless.
Jing Muchen glanced at Jing Yanxi beside him. His slender fingers quickly and accurately picked up a freshly peeled pistachio from Jing Yanxi's chubby hand and put it into his mouth. He casually said," I'm married.""
"Ah!"
