Luo Zhiyong's face turned rather gloomy after listening.
When he was in the city, due to often being in the army, and with Fang Pingying living in the city, they were already a couple who spent more time apart than together. He had been looking forward to returning home for a good rest, to hold his wife at night and sleep warmly, but his plan was disrupted by his own mother, and he truly felt as aggrieved as one could be.
But since the suggestion came from Fang Pingying, he couldn't refute it. He only gave Fang Pingying a look, his eyes full of grievances.
Luo Zhiyong was always tough in temperament, and Fang Pingying rarely saw him like this. Remembering what he said earlier in the room about feeling stifled to death, she couldn't help but laugh at him, deliberately wanting to let this man taste the bitterness of frustration.
After all, this suggestion was proposed by his mother, and she couldn't be blamed for it.
On New Year's Eve, the family had a merry time eating dumplings.
