Ye Youyou was visibly stunned when she opened the door and saw them standing behind it. It was a wealthy madam who had maintained her looks very well, along with a very scholarly looking middle-aged man.
Ye Tian had not seen her daughter in a very long time. She saw how pale Ye Youyou looked, and her eyes shifted down. When she saw Ye Youyou missing the top button on her pajamas, her brows knitted together. She asked, "Why are you dressed this way? Hurry and change."
Ye Youyou looked down at her clothing. Nothing lay exposed, and nothing was inappropriately revealed. It was, after all, her sleepwear.
"Mrs. Guan, I'm at home alone. How else should I dress, if not this way?" Ye Youyou looked at them and spoke to her mother with an air of sarcasm.
"Don't listen to your mom. You should be able to let loose at home," the man beside Ye Tian spoke up.