Retracting his gaze, the old man said sternly, "Your sister-in-law isn't great with words. Don't bully her casually."
"...Oh."
Feeling indignant, Fu Yixing withdrew his gaze, pressing his chopsticks harder than usual.
Ignoring Fu Yixing's antics, the old man turned to Fu Yihan. "Yihan, she's your wife. You need to take good care of her. If any grievances arise, you're the only one qualified to step in."
"Mm."
A cold yet composed response.
The old man's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at him, hesitating to speak.
Yet before he could say anything, Fu Yihan placed his chopsticks down.
"I'm done eating."
He pushed his wheelchair and left on his own.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan quickly stopped eating.
"I'm done eating too, Grandpa. Please take your time."
After saying this, she hurriedly followed behind Fu Yihan.
Watching the pair's retreating figures, the old man frowned slightly.
Su Qingnuan caught up to Fu Yihan and whispered, "Mr. Fu, thank you for today."
