With his ex-wife and sister-in-law in his arms, Lin Hao had one on the left and one on the right, feeling quite proud of himself.
Su Muchen struggled a bit and said, "Alright, stop messing around, let's eat first."
"Sure, I'm going to wash my hands first." Lin Hao said as he walked toward the kitchen.
He could've gone to the downstairs bathroom to wash his hands, but that bastard ended up heading for the kitchen instead—with the obvious intention of finding his mother-in-law.
Peng Yunyan was wearing an apron, making soup in the kitchen, when someone suddenly hugged her tight from behind, giving her a scare.
"Aunt Yun, what are you making?"
Lin Hao wrapped his arms around her from behind, slipping his hands straight under her apron and grabbing those soft snowy peaks.
Even through the loose T-shirt and the lacy bra underneath, Aunt Yun's two mountains were so huge he couldn't possibly hold them with one hand.
