Ning Qing broke out into laughter. What nonsense was he talking about? Her dad was probably nervous facing Lu Shaoming; how would he dare despise him?
She did not know what they had talked about for him to come to this conclusion.
"Shaoming, don't be upset. I will go to win over my dad. My dad will definitely like you."
"Okay." Lu Shaoming nodded his head and he turned to look at the kitchen and said in a low voice, "Asking me to be a son in law that stays with the family is obviously unrealistic, but a son in law is half a son. Whatever a son in law who stays with the family can do, I can do so similarly."
Ning Qing used a toothpick to pick a small piece of apple to give it to Lu Shaoming.
The man did not stretch out his hand to receive it. He looked at her small hand, meaning — feed me.
Ning Qing's small face turned red. She looked at the kitchen and said, "Shaoming, don't make a fuss. My parents are here."