By nightfall, all the lamps were lit, and Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin finally came out of their room.
Song Chongjin's demeanor had softened considerably, and his lips were slightly curled up, his eyes never leaving Wang Yongzhu.
No matter how composed Wang Yongzhu tried to be, being watched like that by Song Chongjin made her face flush, especially in front of so many people.
Taking advantage of the moment no one noticed, she pinched Song Chongjin's waist hard.
Song Chongjin winced, realizing Yongzhu was embarrassed and angry. If he truly upset her, he might have to sleep on the floor tonight.
So he could only try to rein himself in a bit.
Two tables were set up for dinner, one for Song Chongjin and his wife, Old Granny Zhang, Jinhoo, and Jian Huaifeng, and the other for everyone else.
Jian Huaifeng, knowing their nature, took one glance at the couple, then stroked his beard and smiled.
