How could Li Xiaoyun have the nerve to take things from the old house to her parents' home?
She was taking so much, wasn't she?
In a daze, Li Xiaoyun felt like she was moving things from her husband's family to her own.
The thought startled her.
She quickly shook her head to get rid of that dangerous idea.
Zhao Dingli was sitting close to her, always attentive to Li Xiaoyun, worried she might be neglected.
Or maybe be too shy, hesitant to do anything.
That's why he kept watching Li Xiaoyun's reactions.
For instance, when he noticed Li Xiaoyun's gaze linger on a dish that was a bit too far to reach, Zhao Dingli would immediately serve that dish onto her small plate.
Thus, even though Li Xiaoyun was too shy to reach out, she ended up tasting everything.
Now, when Li Xiaoyun suddenly shook her head, Zhao Dingli naturally noticed it right away.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Dingli promptly asked Li Xiaoyun.
