Lin Gantang gazed at Yin Zhen with a wistful look, "Yin Zhen ah..."
"I know, it's my fault, I'll shut up, I'll reflect," Yin Zhen said, stretching out her hand to cut her off.
Feeling choked, suffocated.
When it comes to being a dog, no one can outdog the man before her.
The key is that her little sister is so biased to the extreme, she won't allow anyone to say anything. If someone did, it would mean her man was the most tender and had the best temperament, and he couldn't possibly do it on purpose.
Yin Zhen thought, what kind of karma is this.
She turned her head and started chatting with the director.
When the dishes were served one after another, Lin Gantang tasted a meatball that was particularly good and fed one to Wen Yanqing, asking, "How's it taste?"
"Delicious," Wen Yanqing smiled sweetly.
Lin Gantang fed him another one.
Yin Zhen, while chatting, turned her head and saw them, disdain written all over her face, "You two are so mushy."
