Zhou Liao carried a plate of sliced fruit toward the living room.
Hearing Zhiyun's crisp voice, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, his steps never faltering.
"Should I leave for a bit?"
After placing the fruit plate down, Zhou Liao looked at the mother and daughter-in-law seriously and asked.
Had he appeared at the wrong time, interrupting their affectionate moment?
"No need, it's getting late," Luo Qiuyue covered her mouth, feigning a yawn, "I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."
With that, Luo Qiuyue left without looking back.
Watching Luo Qiuyue's retreating figure, Lai Zhiyun fell silent for a moment.
Then she looked up at Zhou Liao and asked, "Did I scare her away with my enthusiasm?"
"Probably just too happy, embarrassed to giggle in front of us."
His own mother, Zhou Liao understood quite well.
It was definitely not so easy to frighten her.
"Really?" Lai Zhiyun was half-convinced.
"Certainly."
