Moh Shiche, "..."
He looked up at Luo Qiangwei standing behind the elderly lady. As their gazes met, Luo Qiangwei immediately grabbed Old Madam Moh's hand, fearfully pleading, "Grandma, Shiche... he's glaring at me..."
Old Madam Moh, already anxious, raised her hand to strike, "You're glaring at your wife! Women should be cherished when brought home!"
Moh Shiche was unexpectedly hit on the head, "..."
Taking advantage of the moment Old Madam Moh turned her head, Luo Qiangwei reached out and pulled at her eyelid, making a face at him and silently mouthing three words: "Nyah nyah nyah."
Moh Shiche, "..."
The man's handsome face suddenly turned cold, and his dark eyes narrowed—
