What the hell? Blaming me?
Mo Han was so amused that he burst out laughing, and the thought of covering for his mother-in-law instantly evaporated into thin air.
"What are you laughing at?" Yang Meifeng was exceptionally sensitive at that moment, and a sudden realization made her glower furiously, "Mo Han, I'm warning you, if you dare to tell Ning'er or Shan Chuan about this, I'll make Ning'er divorce you immediately!"
Mo Han was at a loss. What else could his mother-in-law do besides this tactic?
At that moment, a group of women in their forties to fifties, dressed in fashionable attire, came over. They scrutinized Mo Han from head to toe and sneered, "Oh, Mei Feng, who is this? Don't tell me he's your good-for-nothing son-in-law?"
"Mei Feng, no offense, but since he's your son-in-law, you could have bought him some decent clothes instead of saving a mahjong session's money."
