Zhou Yunmei really couldn't bear to watch the couple and rolled her eyes, muttering, "If you really cared about her, would you be holding that much money and still let her suffer every day?"
Luo Zhiming, seeing Zhou Yunmei speaking out and mentioning these unpleasant things, was somewhat displeased, "Mom, what's done is done. Let's not talk about it anymore."
"Right, don't talk about those irrelevant things. Is dinner ready? Let's eat first," said Luo Dashan, calling everyone to come into the house.
Fang Pingying thought that since it was their first day back and they had sent a telegram in advance, Zhou Yunmei would prepare a lavish dinner.
But to their surprise, when they walked into the kitchen, the table was set with leftovers from lunch, and the main dishes were just a few cold steamed buns.
