He Teng stood behind He Zhilan, extending his hand to probe around her waist, then smiled meaningfully.
He Zhilan looked at He Teng, always feeling that He Teng's smile was that of a pig farmer satisfied to see his pigs fattened up after a long time.
"Brother!" He Zhilan pouted and glared at He Teng, "Are you thinking in your heart that you want to keep fattening me up a bit more?"
He Teng raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and said, "You've looked much healthier recently."
"Really? My colleagues also said I've been looking rosy lately." He Zhilan gently laughed out, but her smile lasted less than two seconds before her expression changed and anger surfaced in her eyes, "I really didn't expect that grandfather's death involved Gu En's doing. Why would she tear up the couplet I gave to grandfather? Grandfather was already in poor health, and she still angered him like that. Previously in the army, she told me she would take good care of my family. Is this her idea of care?"
