Lin Wanzhou looked nervous, Li Yang looked nervous, too.
Their mother, with the dignity of a matriarch, pulled Lin Wanzhou aside to say a few words, then talked to Li Yang. With no rush or panic, she treated them as if she had one daughter on the left and another maid on the right.
Wow, what a scene.
Xu Qingyan thought to himself, was his mother tired of raising a son? Had she become infatuated with daughters instead? Her time management was so professional, chatting with both of them at once.
He guessed he knew by then, that his own greedy nature was damn hereditary.
"What are you standing there for?" Zhang Hongmei found a moment amidst her busyness to call out to him.
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if we have any rooms in our house," Xu Qingyan scratched his head, curiously inquiring.
"What are you talking about, of course we do." Zhang Hongmei didn't let go of Lin Wanzhou's hand and turned to her son, who was out of tune, "We've revamped the whole house."