Lin Huahua pointed at him. "Do not use the merman against me."
Feng Yiren put one hand on his chest. "I am only worried."
"You are smiling."
"I worry happily."
Lin Huahua almost stood up to hit him with the nearest piece of roasted meat, but Bai Ruyue suddenly leaned closer with a soft smile, and that smile made Lin Huahua's back straighten because this was not an innocent mother smile. This was the same kind of smile she had seen on Tu Xiaotao's face before Su Yanrong got slapped around by three angry females.
Bai Ruyue touched Lin Huahua's hand gently. "Unless, of course, my daughter was lying when she said she truly accepted her males."
Lin Huahua froze.
The whole cooking space became even more interested.
