"Indeed," Ye Wutian nodded, then stood up, scooped another spoonful of bird's nest soup, and poured it into Lin Shiyue's bowl, saying, "Shiyue, this bird's nest is a nourishing and beautifying delicacy. You should drink more of it."
"Okay!" Lin Shiyue agreed happily.
The two of them being so intimate enraged Wan Zhiyun to the point of fuming with rage. He glared at Ye Wutian and said with contempt, "Yeah, Mr. Ye, you should eat more too, since you won't have the chance to enjoy such delicacies again in the future."
Ye Wutian couldn't be bothered to argue with someone like him; he just wolfed down his food.
Mother Lin grew more displeased with Ye Wutian the more she watched him. She threw her chopsticks onto the table and said with an unhappy face, "I'm telling you Yueyue, where has your discernment gone? How could you get to know such a good-for-nothing man? No, this must be settled today."