In the kitchen.
When Zhao Qiongrui came in, saying she was there to lend a hand, Meng Lingshan had an inkling of what was to come.
She didn't try to dissuade her any further.
Her heart grew fonder of her son-in-law.
Her words, too, were especially tender.
About fifteen minutes later.
Meng Lingshan found an excuse, saying she needed to use the restroom.
She stepped out of the kitchen.
Seeing the empty living room, Meng Lingshan let out a soft sigh.
Clearly, her godson Tang Feng had gone upstairs.
And Zhao Qiongrui must have known.
Alas.
Feng'er was still too young, not considering the pain in his brother-in-law's heart.
However, Meng Lingshan, who was still in the dark, didn't know that it was Zhao Qiongrui who had taken the initiative to go to the kitchen, and her aim, well, was to get close to her glamorous mother-in-law.
Coming out of the restroom.
Meng Lingshan walked towards the kitchen.
