Lu Yinfeng's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped.
She raised her head, a hint of chill seeping into her moist eyes.
"Mo Nanze, maybe in your heart I'm just someone who loves to cause drama," she said with a light laugh, "but now, as a mother, I naturally have to be more mature."
"If I were to make a fuss, would you say again that I'm being unreasonable?"
Mo Nanze lowered his lashes, weighed down by his thoughts.
He wanted to protect Lu Yinfeng well and hoped she could always remain innocent.
But stories were always unfolding, and she had matured without realizing it, her temperament much steadier.
Lu Yinfeng continued, "You've been very busy and working hard these days; I understand that... However, if you enjoy the feeling of many women fighting and being jealous over you, I'm sorry, I won't be part of it."
"I really don't know what she meant by sending that message, Wife, I really haven't had anything..." Mo Nanze said, furrowing his brows earnestly.