"Mr. Qiao, are you full?"
Full of enthusiasm, Su Yun gazed at Qiao Si, fearing that his restraint had prevented him from eating his fill.
No matter if her precious daughter treated someone like a collectible, she had already regarded him as her son-in-law, and having such a handsome son-in-law to show off in the future would certainly bring her face.
"I've eaten three times more than I usually do. I couldn't be full unless I were a rice bucket,"
Ye Ting complained with a sense of grievance.
His wife was going too far, paying attention only to good-looking men and ignoring him completely. Throughout the meal, his wife had only eyes for another man, and in front of him, her husband no less—a real cheater.
Qiao Si had his own suffering that he couldn't voice, already so stuffed he could eat no more.
He usually had a simple breakfast with very little food, and today's meal was already the equivalent of his entire week's intake.
