His few sentences sounded courteous, but each one was actually protecting Luo Qiangwei and came with a strong commanding presence, instantly securing the upper hand—
Sure enough, Senior Madame Mo was taken aback upon hearing this, and then immediately objected, "No, no, you can't get a good rest in the car, go back to your bedroom to sleep. What if you ruin your health!"
Mo Shiche nodded slightly, "Alright, then we'll head upstairs, goodnight, Grandmother."
Senior Madame Mo felt like she had been fooled; this was still tantamount to agreeing to let Luo Qiangwei enter the house. So what was the point of all she had said before, "Che'er, wait a moment!"
Mo Shiche stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around but merely looked back, stating calmly, "Grandmother, Luo Qiangwei is my wife, the woman I, Mo Shiche, married formally—No matter how angry you are, that is a fact that cannot be changed. Troubling her is troubling me."
