Yu Minglang had no doubt that if he didn't quickly let go of Qian, the platter of fruit in his mother-in-law's hand might soon be heading toward his face.
"Minglang, working all day must be quite tiring, right? Come on, get up and have some fruit." Qian's mom feigned enthusiasm as she called out.
"Not tired." Being apart from his wife was what's tiring!
The little person inside Yu Minglang roared.
"Mom! Why don't you knock before coming in?! When are you going to change this bad habit!!"
Qian was exasperated with her mother; even at home, she never knocked and always barged into Dalong's room, and now she was doing the same in her own place! This old lady had never had much class in her life!
Qian's mom shot her a glare. The nerve of this girl!
"Come on, Minglang, have some fruit, and Qian'er, you eat too. You're supposed to eat more now and not press too hard on your belly, you know?"
The implication in those final words couldn't have been more obvious.
