Lin Mubai returned to the dining area of the living room. Without a certain someone's presence, he acted as if he didn't see anything. He calmly handed over clothes for his wife to wear, and then sat down again to continue eating.
An Nan and An Jiayou both felt guilty, so naturally they lowered their heads to eat without daring to say much.
After the meal, well, technically there wasn't any alcohol, just food, in order not to let a certain someone notice anything strange, Han Xiayang even licked all the oil clean from his bowl before returning to the living room. However, faced with a certain someone's sharp gaze, he still felt a pang of guilt inside.
Seeing the person walking in from the balcony, Lin Mubai lifted the corner of his lips with a cold smirk, speaking words that could choke a person: "What, is the view from my balcony more appetizing?"
