"Brother Jian, you should not talk to Grandfather He like this."
Shen Yiling's soft voice sounded in the dining room making the dining room deathly silent.
Her beautiful face had a soft frown on her forehead as if she really didn't like what He Jian said just now.
The fork in Mo Roulan's hand paused as soon as Shen Yiling finished speaking.
She swallowed as she raised her head to look at Shen Yiling's beautiful face. Her eyes were a little blank but inside her heart, she really admired Shen Yiling's courage.
But then again, Shen Yiling had the full right to speak in these matters.
After all, she was going to become He Jian's wife soon.
Thinking this, Mo Roulan lowered her head again and tried to make her presence as minimal as possible.
At this moment, she was starting to feel uncomfortable with this ongoing dinner.
