But with both elders and youngsters present, she couldn't lose her temper; she'd take care of Lin Yifan after breakfast.
Lin Yifan never expected that a simple smile could sell him out. How would he feel if he knew?
On the other side, Fangfang's face was flushed red, she didn't dare look at Lin Yifan.
Lin Yifan loved staring at the shy Fangfang; this shy Fangfang was truly beautiful.
Zhou Jiajia grew more jealous, she couldn't help but put down her hand and pinch a piece of flesh on Lin Yifan's waist hard, making him snap out of it.
"Ah, ah!"
Lin Yifan cried out in pain continuously, his face twisting as if he was in extreme agony.
Everyone looked at him, and Lin's mother asked concernedly, "Fan'er, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing, I just tweaked my waist suddenly," Lin Yifan answered, feigning calmness.
"Is it serious?" Lin's mother asked, distressed.
