After a while, when Wen Yu opened his eyes, Ye Nan's family prayer ceremony was still not over.
Wen Yu shook his head and slowly began to speak.
"Brother Ye, prayer requires sincerity, but you and your wife lack it. You're not even as sincere as your child. This isn't good!"
Perhaps not hearing the teasing in Wen Yu's words, Ye Nan spread his hands and gave Wen Yu a bitter smile.
Wen Yu picked up the spoon from the bowl, scooped a large spoonful of soup, and slowly brought it to his mouth.
Ye Nan and his wife silently watched Wen Yu's actions. As they saw the spoon getting closer to his lips, their hearts pounded in their chests!
Then, Wen Yu abruptly put down the spoon, addressing the couple in front of him.
"Your heartbeats seem a bit off. Are either of you sick?"
"No, no."
The couple quickly shook their heads.
"Oh..." Wen Yu nodded knowingly and once again picked up the spoon.
