Seeing that her husband was silent, Lu Jueyu sighed and thought, 'Husband, you are usually really smart. Why can't you see the similarities between Brother Ling and yourself? Standing together, he looks more like your brother than that scum Li Chenxuan. What's more, he and Li Chenxuan are the same age. You should be suspicious of the possibility of the change at birth plot twist, ah!'
Li Chenmo didn't know that his wife was complaining about him in her heart, so he leaned over and kissed her forehead, saying softly, "It would be great if Brother Ling were my second brother. Now, let's eat before the food gets cold."
Now that he said so, Lu Jueyu could only see how things turned out. She served her husband a bowl of rice and another bowl of miso soup.
"Drink some soup first," she reminded him softly.
Li Chenmo looked at the Japanese-style breakfast in front of him and said with a smile, "Mhmm, thank you, wife."