Jiang Ye had just come from the kitchen, likely having overheard the conversation between his mother and wife, and said with a smile,
"You get along pretty well with my mom, huh?"
Given that none of his comrades had such a harmonious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship,
he couldn't help but tease a little.
Lu Jing rolled her eyes, thankful that she had already hung up the phone:
"What? Do you have a problem?"
Cough.
"How could I dare?"
With you two getting along, I can live comfortably too.
Otherwise, being stuck in the middle like a sandwich cookie is just too unbearable.
This kind of situation is all too common, a bunch of tough men, who aren't afraid of hardship, fatigue, or even bleeding and sacrifice on the training field, yet nearly break down when facing their family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relations.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ye couldn't help but feel grateful for his wife and his own mom, both sensible ladies who didn't make a fuss.
