Han Xiayang stared incredulously at Young Master Lin coming out of the kitchen with a plate, his face showing an expression as if he couldn't believe what he'd heard.
Beside him were two faces looking on with amusement.
And Lin Mubai, who placed the plate on the dining table, immediately confirmed Han's suspicion with his words: "You didn't hear wrong, and I'm serious. You can stay for dinner, but you'll have to help yourself."
A pig-like scream quickly echoed through the living room: "Lin Mubai, can you still play nicely? How can you do this?"
"Why can't I?"
"You..."
All right, Han fell silent, and instantly, he shot a pleading glance toward An Nan, who shrugged innocently: "Sorry, I can't do anything either. You understand that man's temper; he always does what he says." The hidden meaning being that she couldn't help either.
