Like father, like son

Lunch was served and the piping hot food did make Jia's stomach grumble with hunger. But the thought of her neighbor beside her was enough to lift the happy mood away from her.

Mingshen smirked. "Do you want me to serve you soup? It's definitely not laced with a sleeping dose."

Now Jia wondered what exactly on her plate was safe to eat. She looked up from her plate to a beaming Yang Bingqing.

Wait, this food has been prepared by Aunt so it must be safe to eat.

"You really cannot trust my mother, either~"

"Did you say something?" Yang Bingqing narrowed her eyes.

"I was just highlighting trust issues in regards to you," he sneered.

She sneered back. "Unlike for a certain ungrateful son, I wouldn't mix anything suspicious in Jia's food who I adore so much."

T-That…

Jia inwardly felt a little embarrassed.

"After all, she is going to become my daughter-in-law!"

"..."

"Aunt, you have a misunderstanding-"