The more Madam Lin looked at him, the more satisfied she was.
It seemed that she had been worrying for nothing.
Her son-in-law cared greatly for her daughter, and he was so humble and polite, too.
Her concerns were finally assuaged.
When she turned and saw her daughter sitting as still as a wooden doll, she could not help nudging her under the table, hinting for her to serve Long Xuan food.
Lin Qingyuan refused to do anything of the sort.
That fellow was a seasoned actor—he pretended to be gentle and sweet to her in front of her parents, but he was nothing like that in private.
Annoyed by her obstinacy, Madam Lin gave her a pinch.
Lin Qingyuan winced in pain and glared at her.
How could Mother do this to her? Was she even her real daughter?
