"Chushui, how could you..."
"It's fine, we noticed you weren't here and were just about to leave." Yue Chong interrupted Luo Mianyi's words, addressing Lin Chushui.
He could tell that whatever Luo Mianyi was about to say, it surely wouldn't be anything pleasant.
This was apparent from her unsightly expression, which clearly conveyed her disapproval of Lin Chushui helping Lin Caisang pick wild fruits and doing menial work—they were likely upset that their son, whom they saw as a member of their family, would engage in such tasks.
But he, on the other hand, didn't see anything wrong with adapting to life wherever one found oneself.
If one couldn't endure even this small hardship, how could they be suitable as a young master of the Yue Clan, as his son, Yue Chong?
Luo Mianyi glanced at Yue Chong, who had interrupted her, and then at her own son, Lin Chushui, pursing her lips.