Mr. Lin didn't like hearing this. How dare she doubt his cooking skills?
Mr. Lin did not know that she was calling Wen Yanqing.
"What brother? Your brother's cooking is worse than mine." Mr. Lin snorted. He walked back to the study with his hands behind his back and shouted energetically, "Ask your brother to go shopping with you. Don't even think about slacking off!"
Lin Gantang was speechless. Alright, her lover brother had heard it.
Half an hour after Lin Gantang left, Lin Zhaonan returned.
He had just put down his car keys and loosened his tie when he saw Mr. Lin coming downstairs with a chess manual in his hand and staring at him.
"Why are you here?" Mr. Lin asked when he saw him.
"Why can't I be here?" Lin Zhaonan asked curiously.
