Fu Hanchuan raised a hand to his mouth, coughing softly.
Lu Mother's expression stiffened.
How could she have forgotten? Qin Sheng was the one Fu Hanchuan had chosen.
At this realization, Lu Mother shot a glare at Lu Ming.
Useless boy!
Her original plan had been to have Lu Ming win over Qin Sheng. If she couldn't be her goddaughter, having her as a daughter-in-law would have been just as good.
But Lu Mother knew such a wish was futile.
It wasn't just that Lu Ming could never outmatch Fu Hanchuan; he wasn't even worthy of Qin Sheng.
Lu Ming, munching on an apple, looked baffled.
What had he done to provoke his mother this time?
For an hour and a half, Lu Mother engaged Qin Sheng in conversation.
By the time Fu Hanchuan glanced at his watch, it was already half past four. Unable to hold back, he suggested, "It's time for dinner."
Only then did Lu Mother pause.