Silence had fallen upon the Yang mansion. A stark silence that made one's chest swell with pain and breathlessness.
"Oh dear…" Yang Bingqing held a look of worry as she tugged at her husband's arm. "This doesn't look good, Cheng."
Yang Cheng looked at her once but had nothing much to show as a change in his expression. He continued sipping on his tea.
Opposite them, Jia mirrored Yang Bingqing's anxiety, occasionally dabbing the sweat off her forehead. Meanwhile, Mingshen mirrored his father's calmness.
"Why are we so silent as if a funeral is going on? Let it be, little chili. You are not the type to provoke any intimidating atmosphere here," he yawned.
"Evil. Doctor!!" Lihua gnashed her jaw, her body trembling with rage.
He raised a brow. "You should change that to 'Brother-in-law' now~"
A gasp of pure horror escaped Lihua. "No…No! Impossible! You? By brother-in-law!? Never ever!"
