"Alright, I got it, Brother Xinglin. These snacks are all made by me. You take them and let your sister-in-law have a taste." Someone was protecting Lin Yue, naturally happy to agree, while stuffing more snacks into Zhao Xinglin's hands. Zhao Xinglin did not refuse, but he did take out coins from his pocket. Lin Yue immediately changed her expression upon seeing this action.
"Brother Xinglin, what are you doing? You're settling accounts with me over such a small amount of food? It's like you're slapping my face. Are you saying that because Erhu is now lying in bed unconscious, you no longer acknowledge me as your sister-in-law?" Lin Yue deliberately spoke with a stern face. No matter the reason, she couldn't possibly accept the money,