An Ning bit her lower lip, glaring at him with force. "Do you think it's fun to make fun of me? Don't you know who gave me this appearance?"
Mo Ang couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, raising his hand to gently stroke her delicate cheek. His eyes deepened with her movements, like an unfathomable pool in the night. "I know it's my fault, that's why I suggest you quickly clarify our relationship to your mother-in-law, so we don't have to sneak around!"
"Impossible." An Ning shook off his hand.
"WHY?" he asked, puzzled.
"..." An Ning looked at him without speaking, thinking: why even ask? Isn't it obvious?
Mo Ang then nodded in understanding. "Of course, no mother-in-law would want her daughter-in-law to remarry."
An Ning shook her head. "No, my mother-in-law has always supported me remarrying."
"Then there's no problem with us being together!"
An Ning scoffed derisively. "But my mother-in-law hates you; she told me to stay away from you."
