"Yihang, thanks a lot!"
"Little girl, what are you thanking me for!"
From the start of the meal until now, Liang Yihang had added food to Mu Keren's bowl countless times.
And it seemed he always chose food that Mu Keren liked, so she was busy stuffing her face!
Perhaps that was why the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit off.
Even Mu Weidong, who was usually somewhat slow on the uptake, could sense that there was a storm brewing at the table.
So, he stealthily gave Zhou Ziyu a warning glance, signaling: Mrs. Zhou, something seems weird!
Zhou Ziyu shot back with a roll of her eyes: You're just realizing that now? Your son-in-law is about to blow a gasket!
Upon seeing the glances Zhou Ziyu sent over a few times, Mu Weidong's eyes flashed with hostility: He wouldn't dare!
In Mu Weidong's mind, "blowing a gasket" was tantamount to violence!
