At this moment, Han Dongchen's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his previous trace of joy had long since vanished. As he looked at his family members, his eyes grew colder still.
Were these really his family? They seemed more like enemies. His wife was pregnant, but her sister only cared about her clothes and expected a pregnant woman to slave in the kitchen. His mother just wanted access to his home, only to impose her will and treat his wife as a servant. What good could come from that?
Last time they were over, what ended up happening? Was it the case that his mother was causing a scene, just as she had done before?
The more Han Dongchen thought, the colder his face became. After giving a seemingly indifferent glare, he said to his father, "Dad, you all should get some rest. We'll discuss anything that needs to be discussed after you wake up. I'll come to pick you up at lunchtime."
