Li Yun hung his head, not daring to speak. He had already experienced Jing Shu's ruthlessness and was afraid to lose his own spot if he made a peep. He was well aware that his presence for the New Year's festivities was entirely due to his mother; if she hadn't had the blood relation, she probably wouldn't have made it this time. And he had long said this tactic wouldn't work.
Jing Shu was still smiling. "Go ahead and shout. Scream your lungs out; no one will come." Grandma was busy in the kitchen preparing New Year's delicacies; with the range hood and other appliances making so much noise, it would be a wonder if she could hear anything.
"Mother-in-law, it's me, Dazhuang!" Dazhuang, Jing Zhao's husband, yelled over a dozen times. As expected, there was not the slightest response. Instead, his shouting drew another group of people.
CRACKLE, CRACKLE.
