Ma Linghua's lips curled into a faint smile, and she replied crisply, "Okay, remember what you said today. I'll be waiting."
Sitting to the side, his face was so gloomy it could drip water, and the fire in his heart was raging, burning his internal organs.
"That old, damned Gu Daoist, not only is he taking advantage of a young woman, but he also dares to make such veiled attacks on Zhongguo. Does he think I'm blind?" She gritted her teeth inwardly, her hands unconsciously clenching in her sleeves until her knuckles turned white. But for the sake of the situation, she could only swallow her anger.
"Have a meal."
She coldly uttered those words, like an order, breaking the deadlock.
As instructed, everyone gathered around the enormous rotating dining table, which resembled a magnificent "food stage" laden with delicacies. However, no one had any appetite at the moment, and the atmosphere was as oppressive as if weighed down by lead.
Throughout the meal, there were only the occasional soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks. Everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts and no one spoke much, as if afraid that speaking would break this fragile "peace".
After dinner, the three members of the Ma family lay on the sofa. Ma Linghua did not get up, but squinted, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Mei and Pan Mei like a blade. The intimidating power in her eyes was as if a demon was hiding and could roar out at any moment.
Zhao Mei and Pan Mei suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and their scalps tingle. They exchanged glances, understood each other perfectly, and hurriedly stood up.
"Are you done eating? I'll do the dishes."
"I'll clear the table."
The words came out of his mouth, and his hands and feet moved swiftly, not daring to stop for a moment, for fear that if he hesitated even slightly, his mother would "release the ghost".
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
