There was food, and Zhao Changsheng finally stopped laughing.
Ling Ye, standing nearby, pointed at Mu Rou and spoke up at the right moment, his little voice quite serious, "She said Sister Su is your younger sister."
"The very young kind," he paused, then added another sentence.
Lu Chen's face instantly darkened.
For him, this was no different from saying indirectly that he was old.
His gaze towards Mu Rou also carried a hint of chill and coldness, "She is my wife."
With the confirmation from the person himself, Mu Rou's head was almost buried into the ground, the faint presence of his authority bent her spine at several angles, her eyes reddened, she immediately stood up to apologize, "I'm truly sorry."
After she finished speaking, she covered her embarrassed face and ran towards her little sisters not far away.
Su Mo tugged at Lu Chen's pants leg, her voice soft, "Okay, sit down and eat, I want to eat canned fish."
