Little Mother's unrestrained mockery made Yang Fan feel utterly disheartened.
It truly hit him hard!
Originally, he was quite pleased with himself and didn't think his situation was that miserable.
But Little Mother's words made him genuinely feel pitiful.
Pitifully full of bumps and hollows.
Seeing the look of existential crisis on Yang Fan's face, Zhou Wenhui couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.
But turning around, she saw Wei Juan's entire face pressed against the window, peering straight into the kitchen with a gaze devoid of any emotion.
"Oh, dear mother!" Zhou Wenhui got a fright, clutching her chest, and exclaimed, "Xiao Juan, you're gonna scare me to death!"
Wei Juan giggled, "Sister-in-law, you're really too easy to tease. What were you guys whispering about in such secrecy?"
As she spoke, she made her way in through the doorway.
Yang Fan fixed his eyes on her, quietly becoming cautious.