After dinner, there was a mahjong table in the living room of the Smith family.
Freda didn't know how to play mahjong, so she played the game of landlord on the other side.
The young man's vigor made the two old men unable to hold back their laughter for the whole night.
They didn't leave until night.
Freda was in Zed Smith's arms.
"I'm so happy. If only every day could be so calm every day."
Zed Smith said, "It will always be."
Thinking of what Pansy had said, Freda suddenly sat up straight and asked, "What are you going to do with Lacey Jones?"
"I'll look into it first. This matter... Can't be concluded yet."
Freda frowned. Why did Zed do that? Didn't he understand what Pansy meant before?
Or Zed didn't think Lacey Jones was such a person?
There was a trace of unease in Freda's heart, especially when she thought of the way Lacey Jones looked at Zed before.
"Well, it's up to you."
Zed Smith didn't notice the dissatisfaction in Freda's tone.