With one remark from Shen Yufeng, Sang Yunong's face instantly turned red, then white, and then red again.
Old Madam Shen coughed, "You child, even joking should have its limits, right?"
After scolding Shen Yufeng, Old Madam Shen said to Sang Yunong, "Yunong, don't take it to heart. The fish today truly is fresh. If you like it, feel free to have more!"
"Alright, Grandma!"
With Old Master Shen and Old Madam Shen present, she couldn't say much more, she could only silently sulk.
That piece of fish just awkwardly lay on the plate, untouched by Shen Yufeng until the end of dinner.
Finally, dinner was over. An Xiaoyu helped clean up a bit, while Sang Yunong sat on the sofa, chatting with Old Madam Shen sporadically.
Actually, it was already getting late, but Sang Yunong... showed no signs of leaving.
As she talked to Old Madam Shen, her gaze fell upon Shen Yufeng, but he was slowly flipping through a newspaper, completely ignoring her intention.
