Hu Biao paused momentarily with his chopstick-holding hand, carefully observing Li Qianqian and then glanced at his parents-in-law and his own parents. It was tough to utter cheesy words, but he still hurriedly begged for forgiveness.
"Qianqian, dear Qianqian, I'm not heartless. What my mother did was way too excessive, and I'm truly disappointed in her. However, she's old after all. When she just entered, I saw her stumbling a bit, worried she might faint at the door. Both my parents are respectable people; if someone with ill intentions saw that, even if we're not at fault, it could lead to negative gossip."
"Hmph, glad you know better. Here, eat some more, you've been worn thin these past few days taking care of the kids and me."
"Hehe, thank you, my wife."
