Lin Yanmei's face changed slightly: "What exactly do you want to say? If I don't treat you as my own son, who will?"
"Enough, everyone, just say a few words less!" Ma Chaoqian spoke firmly.
As soon as he spoke, it was as if a tense atmosphere gathered in the dining room. Lin Yanmei was afraid of this father-in-law; she glanced at Ma Chaoqian and was so intimidated by his grim face that she dared not speak further.
Ma Zhihao was too lazy to talk to her any more. This meal was eaten under quite a bit of oppression.
After dinner, Lin Yanmei wanted to know if Ma Zhihao actually liked Luo Chunxiao. When she saw Ma Zhihao sitting in the living room with the old lady eating fruit, she mustered up the courage to pull Luo Chunxiao to stay.
She occasionally winked at Luo Chunxiao, hoping she would take the initiative to ask Ma Zhihao to go for a walk with her.
But Luo Chunxiao was sitting there in a daze, like a block of wood.
