"Thank you, Grandpa Zhao." Mu Tingfeng nodded his head before he picked up the bowl in front of him and ate his meal. He did not treat himself like an outsider at all.
Zhao Youlin cast a glance at Mu Tingfeng while she was placing dishes on Joy's place. Looking at him doing so with ease, Zhao Youlin could not help but roll her eyes at him.
The old master was just being polite to him, and he was really treating this as his own house. That was very thick-skinned of him.
Unbeknownst to Zhao Youlin, when she glared at Mu Tingfeng, the adults, who had accidentally bumped into the young couple when they were in the middle of "something", had interpreted it as some sort of flirting between themselves.
Even though the atmosphere at the dining table looked peaceful and harmonious, there was an inexplicable hint of bizarreness.
