"Leo, is it that Grandma doesn't look good in this dress?"
Old Mrs. Yancey asked as she looked sharply at Leo, whose expression had changed slightly as he was being pinched by Zoey.
Leo changed his expression and wrapped Zoey's hand, which had loosened the itchy flesh of his waist and belly, in his broad palm and said calmly as before, "Grandma, it looks great."
He had always been brief and concise in front of his family, and would not say more than a few words unless necessary.
"Nothing more?" Old Mrs. Yancey seemed to be trying to entice him to say more words of praise today and continued to ask.
Without waiting for Leo to answer, she looked at Zoey and said, "Zoey, this boy is such a sulky man. At a glance, you can tell that he is a man who doesn't know how to speak sweetly.
When Leo heard this, a dark gleam slipped through his deep black eyes, and he possessively embraced Zoey in his arms as he said in a domineering manner, "Grandma, she's mine."
