He even subconsciously raised a trembling hand, stiff knuckles pointing first at himself, then at the face in the kitchen doorway—a face filled with innocence, confusion, and a hint of a smile.
The expression was a mixture of extreme bewilderment and a soul-searching 'Who am I? Where am I? What did I just say?'.
'Mom!!!'
'My own mother!!'
'Isn't this backstabbing a little too fast?!'
'Selling out your son without even batting an eye?!'
In that instant, as silent bewilderment and accusation intertwined, a series of irrepressible, crisp laughs suddenly erupted from across the sofa.
Li Zhi, who had been maintaining the aloof air of a little queen, now seemed as if her most sensitive funny bone had been tickled.
She bent over completely, one hand gripping the back of the sofa for support while the other clutched her stomach, her shoulders shaking violently.
