Night fell.
A silver moon rose silently into the dark sky.
After dinner.
Luo Qingzhou went to his mother-in-law's place first.
Song Ruyue was eating snacks in the living room. When she saw him coming to pay his respects, she put on a cold face for a while before reprimanding him, "Remember to visit Weimo tomorrow and talk to her more. Tell her more stories that she likes to hear. Don't ignore what I said. Do you understand?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "Yes."
Song Ruyue reached out her slender fingers, picked up a small piece of snack, and put it into her mouth. Then, she frowned and said to Mei'er, who was beside her, "There's too much sugar in it. It's so greasy."
After a pause, she said with a cold expression, "Wrap up the remaining snacks and let this kid take them. He can give them to any servant or throw them away."
"Yes, Madam."
