Strangely, Wan Donglin acted as if nothing had happened. His hand remained firmly thrust into his pocket, and he quickly regained his composure. He cast a casual glance at Yan Xixi, who had her head bowed, looking like a dejected and wronged young wife.
He smirked. This con artist, it must be her doing. Seeing Wan Donglin's expression, Liu Daqing misinterpreted it as him being unrepentant and disrespectful towards her. This fueled her anger, and she fixed her stare on the hand he kept thrust in his pocket.
Seeing his mother's glare, he defiantly put both hands in his coat pockets, shrugging indifferently. Liu Daqing was utterly infuriated. This wretched son of mine! How dare he still try to act cool in front of me!
