Not ready

Taking out his handkerchief, Guiren nearly placed it on the couch and asked Meili to sit down.

When she gave him a weird look, he added, "What? Do you have any idea how many germs and dirt particles might be sitting on the couch? I can't let you sit on something dirty."

Without waiting for her, he grabbed her shoulder and made her sit on the couch. He then sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. "Hmm so now why don't you tell me what my mom told you?"

Resting her forehead on his shoulder, Meili sighed. She knew what Guiren was trying to do but she didn't want him to shame his mother like that. She knew that his mother deserved it but she hated being the reason behind their differences.

"Hmm my wife is very nice so I doubt she will say anything so why don't you tell me why is she unwillingly invited here?" Looking at his mother, he added, "You better have a good reason for doing that."