He held the cloth in his hand, standing by the dining table for quite a while, before finally deciding to step forward.
Standing in front of An Nan, Lin Mubai looked worried: "Wife, what's wrong?"
This time, An Nan didn't even bother to argue. She simply leaned all her weight into his arms.
Lin Mubai looked at her in this state, feeling deeply concerned, yet he said nothing more. However, a sense called reassurance gradually grew in his heart. He deeply felt their hearts were slowly drawing closer, and he particularly liked this feeling.
Aunt Fu and Uncle Liang, having returned from shopping for groceries this morning, used the excuse of not disturbing young people to hide next door at Lin Mubai's house. No matter how Lin Mubai tried to persuade them, it was useless. In the end, An Nan said, "Let them be, being with us is indeed uncomfortable," and let it go.
