"Son, don't trash-talk your dad…"
Zhu Lingling laughed so hard that she had tears in her eyes.
"Gao Boyuan, are you still our son or not? Do you want a beating?"
They enjoyed the hot pot cheerfully.
Undoubtedly, Gao Ran would always stand by his wife and son. Now that his daughter-in-law joined their camp, the high-level homewrecker was no match for them no matter how scheming she was.
Huo Mian and Qin Chu didn't enter the fray because they trusted Lingling could handle it.
In South Hill Manor, Huo Mian knocked on the door of the study and entered with a cup of hot coffee.
Qin Chu was busy working in the study room.
"Honey, have some coffee."
"I told you not to do this."
"I'm fine. It's not like I'll go into labor at any moment. I'm not that fragile."
Huo Mian placed the coffee on his desk and sat down on the chair beside him.
"Little Bean won't come home tonight?" Qin Chu asked.