"Planning to be so shabby??" Qing Li's face turned increasingly cold as she questioned.
I broke into a cold sweat, "Mother-in-law, shall we go inside and talk?"
"What is this place?" Qing Li surveyed the area around Chen's Restaurant and, wearing high heels, stepped inside.
Liu Hongluan followed like a maid, her gaze lowered and afraid to look anywhere.
I followed Qing Li closely, clearing my throat, "You... seem to have been here before, my workplace."
"I remember, used to live here." Qing Li said slowly, suddenly turning her head toward me and Yu Longting, "You plan to continue living in such a shabby place?"
I almost bit my tongue in nervousness, "It's not that shabby."
"Pay attention to ceremony, understand?" Qing Li sat down on a long wooden bench, Liu Hongluan immediately half-knelt beside her, massaging her legs.
I don't understand, is she implying to hold a wedding now?
The pressure from Qing Li was so overwhelming that I didn't dare to ask.
