The Yang family's usual lunch time

The suddenness of the question took her aback. "I am sleeping fine, Uncle."

"No, you aren't."

"But-"

"No."

If Yang Cheng said no, the answer was no. It was as simple as that.

Yang Bingqing looked concerned. "I am telling you. You young people are working too hard! I know cases can keep you busy but you cannot ignore your health like that. And now I am wondering if you are even eating properly," her eyes narrowed. "I am not sure if Mrs. Zhang is even getting the time. After all, she has her own family. It can get difficult. So how about I help you out at times?" She chirped.

Mingshen sneered. "That was some buttery move, Mom."

She threw a glare at him as if warning of the consequences.

Mingshen didn't care and munched on cucumber this time. He looked at Jia who was awkwardly trying to figure out the answer herself.