Fu Yanye looked at her beautiful lips, his Adam's apple unconsciously rolling.
Zhuo Jian, aware that his gaze lingered on her, couldn't help but return a glance at him, only to find that instead of controlling himself, he even took long strides to sit beside her and said to the old lady across from her, "Where's your own grandson?"
"Humph! I only have a grandson-in-law!"
The old lady only looked at Zhuo Jian and even tousled Zhuo Jian's hair, noticing the red mark on Zhuo Jian's neck, and then she gave her grandson a look.
Fu Yanye knew what the old lady had seen and his brows lifted slightly.
Zhuo Jian belatedly realized something was amiss, immediately gathering her hair over her neck, but just as she was about to speak to break the weird atmosphere, she heard the old lady say again, "There! Don't say I'm biased, ah, if Jianjian, my darling, concedes to give you half of it, I reluctantly agree."
The orange in Zhuo Jian's hand suddenly lost its appeal!