Jiayi held his hand: "You don't want to stay at home and insist on moving out to live. How do you think Dad will feel? He might have opinions about you. The Chu family's servants might think you're turning your back on them. Just endure it a little, okay?"
Chu Yanhan initially had animosity toward this son-in-law, but gradually let down his guard.
She didn't want such small issues to cause trouble in the relationship between the father-in-law and the son-in-law.
After being pestered with coquettish pleas for a while, Huo Zhenyang finally had a blue face and said nothing.
Jiayi let out a sigh and quickly made the bed for him, then clapped her hands and straightened up: "Alright, the bed is made. You take a shower and go to sleep..."
Just as she was about to return to her room, she turned around and was hit by a warm rush of air. A large hand grabbed her waist and lifted her, placing her gently but firmly onto the freshly made bed.
