Crying, Throwing a Tantrum, and Hanging Yourself

Zhouzhou glanced at Qin Lie, grinning widely as she pushed her bowl toward him. "Dad, you eat. I can serve myself again."

"No need." Grandma Qin snatched the bowl back. "Don't worry about him; he's no longer part of the Qin family."

What use is he as a son? Useless, hmph.

Qin Lie had gotten used to this, but Zhouzhou, still concerned, furrowed her little brow and explained to Grandma Qin, "Grandma, Daddy really didn't sell me."

"He dares?!" Grandma Qin's eyebrows shot up. "If he dares to sell you, I'll sell him!"

So, she knew everything but just disliked Qin Lie!

Grandma Qin was so unreasonable.

Zhouzhou silently complained in her heart, too scared to say this aloud, and merely gave Qin Lie a sympathetic look. Her poor dad.

Ye Lingfeng, who had been watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but laugh. He smiled and said, "Auntie, why don't I become your son?"

He had intended to poke fun at Qin Lie but failed this time.