Mo Shiting doted on his daughter immensely, constantly serving her food during the meal.
"Thanks, Dad!" Mo Mingxi smiled radiantly.
Jiang Manyun also put on a convincing show, serving Mo Xun and Mo Qingyi in turns, perfectly playing the role of a loving mother.
Pei Shuya, too, was peeling shrimp for Mo Qingyi.
At the dinner table, everyone seemed to be acting; a loving mother, a virtuous wife, a filial daughter, it was all a performance.
By contrast, Tang Zhiluo sat with a cold expression, which was not very appealing.
She thought for a moment and decided not to pick a bone with Mo Xun just yet; it was a minor misunderstanding, no need to show it in front of everyone and make herself seem petty.
She picked up her chopsticks and mimicked Pei Shuya, serving Mo Xun a piece of lobster, "Eat up."
Mo Xun glanced at her sideways, his gaze icy.
Tang Zhiluo felt a shock in her heart, her irritation spreading.
It was futile — a warm face up against a cold backside.