The dinner table, which had just started to buzz with activity, instantly fell silent.
All eyes landed on He Ning and Qin Shuang.
He Ning smiled innocently, "Why are you all looking at me? As the elder here, shouldn't I care about the health of these young people?"
He Zhiyao's chopsticks "clacked" onto the middle of the table, his cold gaze fixed on He Ning, "Auntie, you have the energy to meddle in others' affairs, you might as well worry about the mistress of your husband next to you. I hear she's about to give birth. You should go and take good care of her now, and when the time comes, bring the child back to raise. Who knows, you two might even become good sisters."
He Ning's face turned an astonishing mix of red, green, blue, and purple, as she struggled to contain her anger.
He Zhiyao stood up, kicking away his stool, "If you don't want to eat, then don't. Our marriage is none of your business!"