Luo Qiangwei took the opportunity when Senior Madame Mo turned her head to stretch out her hand, pulling at her eyelid to make a face at him, mouthing three words without a sound: "blah, blah, blah."
Mo Shiche, "..."
The man's handsome face instantly turned cold, and his dark eyes narrowed—
Just as Senior Madame Mo looked up, this time she truly saw him glaring, and infuriated, she knocked on his head again, "Still glaring at your wife! You, you, you... I might as well recognize Chi Mu as my grandson, he is both cute and obedient. Look at you, growing so handsome just to attract the affection of women, and you have no regard for me, your grandmother! I might as well not live at all!"
Mo Shiche, "..."
...
After wallowing in self-pity in the living room, Senior Madame Mo lectured Mo Shiche for over an hour, with Luo Qiangwei fanning the flames now and then, leading to Senior Madame Mo hitting her grandson whenever she got sad...
