"Dinner's ready. Should I bring it here, or should we eat in the living room?"
"Mo Yi—"
Hearing Mo Yi's voice, Alice snapped out of her philosophical daze. She turned to look at him, and the worries in her heart seemed to vanish all at once. Yet she still could not help questioning one thing: I do like him, but is this love friendship or romance?
Alice: Ah! I can't figure it out, but... forget it. I'll think about it slowly. In any case, there's no doubt that I care deeply about him.
Lost in thought, Alice did not answer Mo Yi's question. Madam Kishin thus revealed a kind smile as she looked at Mo Yi. In her mind, she Photoshopped away his face, turning it into a blank white patch, then compared it to the photo in the pendant and found that they matched perfectly. Her feelings were somewhat complicated, but she still smiled kindly and said, "I'm fine now. Let's go outside and eat together."
Mo Yi: "..."
Madam Kishin was actually smiling at him so kindly. Could it be that his Friendship Face-Breaker Punch had truly broken through her heart, finally making her understand that Mo Yi was a great and kind person?
And that smile was probably the kind of smile a mother-in-law gave when she looked at her son-in-law—the more she looked, the more pleased she became.
Come to think of it, when Madam Kishin was not acting adorably silly, she really did give off the aura of a perfect wife and loving mother.
So this was what having a mother-in-law felt like? Loved it, loved it.
"Alright. I'll bring the food to the living room. You can come out and wait."
With that, Mo Yi turned to leave.
"Wait—"
Alice naturally could not let