Su Jia couldn't help but despise his cold-heartedness. She was already powerless here, yet he still had the nerve to watch from afar as if it were a joke.
Though she was angry at him inside, she dared not show it on the surface.
She could only observe the situation and comfort her future mother-in-law, who was still shedding tears.
Lu Yanhe came over after a while, pulling two tissues from the box on the bedstand and handing them to his mother. "Mom, stop crying, or Dad will start getting angry at me again."
Su Jia: "..."
Is this how you comfort someone? Really?
"Besides, Lu Chen has been hungry all afternoon. Let's talk after dinner."
While speaking, Lu Yanhe winked at his son.
The little guy saw his father's signal and instantly understood, quickly pouting and saying to his grandmother, "Grandma, I'm so hungry..."
Upon hearing her grandson's feeble whimper, Lu's mother finally snapped out of her daze.
Suddenly, a sense of regret filled her heart.
