With others present, Ye Xinjia naturally put on a good performance, smiling faintly and saying, "I'm feeling a little under the weather today, don't feel like having lemon juice. Let's switch to a glass of milk."
"Oh, sure, I'll get it changed for you." Tang Zhenghao picked up the glass of lemon juice in front of her and after a moment's thought, took a sip and said, "Wife, if you don't want to drink it, then I'll have it."
He then got up to ask the kitchen staff to prepare a glass of milk.
Attentive and considerate, he was the same as he had been before.
But in Ye Xinjia's eyes, there was no longer any trace of being moved.
Soon, Tang Zhenghao personally brought over a warm glass of milk.
"Wife, here's your milk. Drink up."
With Father Tang and Mother Tang looking on at the dining table, she smiled awkwardly and, guided by Tang Zhenghao's hand, drank the milk from the cup.
After the meal, Ye Xinjia excused herself and went upstairs.