Lai Zhiyun turned her head back and glared at Zhou Liao.
She put her hands on her hips, puffed up her cheeks, and complained with a mix of anger and grievance.
"It's not appropriate."
Zhou Liao stretched out his hand and pinched Zhiyun's cheek, "Did my mom teach you that, to strike first?"
"...What do you mean? Don't change the subject, you've been giving me the cold shoulder the whole way, not showing me any kindness, hmph! I'm angry."
Lai Zhiyun turned her face away, presenting the back of her head toward Zhou Liao.
Uh...
The strategy her mother-in-law had given her was completely ineffective.
Lai Zhiyun pretended to be angry, but deep down she had no confidence.
"Don't be mad."
Zhou Liao's broad palm grabbed Zhiyun's wrist, pulling her to face him, "I wanted to test if my mom would teach you her usual tactics."
"What tactics?"
"Just like what you did just now."
Seizing the moral high ground, then complaining with grievance.
