Zhao Meilan, upon hearing this, immediately retorted discontentedly, "How could this Mom not curse him! I curse to feel comfortable, to be happy!"
"You little brat, do you want to have a go at me too!"
Song Haifeng listened and said with some impatience, "Enough already, can't you just speak less!"
Lu Feiyang chuckled and said, "Auntie, if you want to vent your anger, I'll help you out later!"
When Zhao Meilan heard this, her eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement.
"Really?"
"Good son-in-law, Mom will be waiting for your good news!"
Song Xi felt a wave of darkening on her forehead upon hearing this and looked at Lu Feiyang with even greater disdain.
She couldn't help but regret that she had been foolish enough to accept the bastard's dinner invitation in the first place.
As a result, she found herself caught in a series of misunderstandings that she couldn't even clarify anymore.
Lu Feiyang was feeling quite pleased with himself and called out to the waiter.
