It's as if she's in love with his grandmother, not him?
Could it be that she pursued him all these years just because she liked his grandmother?!
Luo Qiangwei was speechless at his inexplicable jealousy and ladled a few more spoonfuls for him. The man's complexion eased slightly, but he still pulled her to sit next to him, insisting that she watch him eat.
The atmosphere was enlivened by the bowl of egg custard, and the conversation at the table shifted to the Moh Family's unborn great-grandson...
Luo Qiangwei chatted sporadically while Moh Shiche ate a few bites before suddenly putting down his spoon. Half a minute later, he told her he was going to the restroom. She didn't pay it any mind and continued to chat with Old Madam Moh.
However, about twenty minutes passed, and Moh Shiche still hadn't returned.
Luo Qiangwei frowned in confusion and suddenly noticed that Luo Hongying's seat opposite her was also empty.
