However, Lan Yiqing, who couldn't easily resist pinching her son's face, wasn't willing to let go so easily. She lifted her hand again in the next moment, wanting to continue pinching.
At this point, Lin Mubai couldn't take it anymore. His sharp eyes glared at Lin Haotian, who was standing idly by, with undisguised annoyance in his voice: "Dad, hurry and get your wife away from me."
In response to his son's warning, Lin Haotian shrugged innocently: "Sorry son, you know your mom's temper. I can't handle her, so you'll just have to endure it."
It's a rare sight to see his son like this, and a smart person wouldn't interrupt this good show. Lin Haotian always considered himself a smart person, so naturally, he wouldn't risk offending his wife.
The result was that Lin Mubai got entangled by his own mom.
"Mom, enough." His own mom wasn't like other women; he couldn't hit or scold her, and even a cold face didn't work. Lin Mubai genuinely felt powerless.
