Lu Yuwei didn't say much, just put another piece into her bowl.
Mo Beiyan immediately picked it up and threw it away.
He picked it up again, and again it was thrown away.
Pick up again, throw away again…
By the end of the meal, Moo Huantong hadn't eaten a single bite, and almost all the dishes on the table were thrown into the trash without exception.
Mo Beiyan cast a cold glance at Lu Yuwei; he swore, if he dared to move his chopsticks one more time, he would absolutely flip the table!
Tong Ran, with her face full of black lines, silently stood up and began to clear the dishes…
Mo Nanjue hoisted his son onto his shoulder, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and said, "Upstairs."
Tong Ran was stunned for a moment, also realizing that it wasn't good to stay, hurriedly followed her man upstairs. As Mo Nanjue stood up, he gave Lu Yuwei a meaningful look, "If you can't leave, just stay; you're welcome anytime, for as long as you want."
