An Ning first looked at her son, winking and gesturing.
Yu Ziqian scrunched his nose, covered his mouth with his small hand, and muttered quietly, "Why do you want me to say that Grandma kicked us out because of your boyfriend?"
An Ning glared at her son and quietly cleared herself of blame. "Don't forget, you're the one who called Mo Ang, not me. Now I'm being kicked out because of you."
Yu Ziqian thought that made sense and had to accept it.
He walked a few steps further into the house and quickly took out the roasted pork his mom specially bought from the restaurant. "Grandma, this is your favorite, and it's still warm, crispy on the outside, tender and juicy inside. It's truly delicious, don't you want to try it?"
As he spoke, he already placed the exquisite small box in front of Grandma.
