Heng Yi didn't answer.
He looked at Old Man Heng so calmly that the older man's scalp went numb, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Don't say those kinds of idiotic words in the future," Heng Yi lightly said, "Don't say things that you don't find embarrassing."
He then said gently to Han Qiao, "You've been in the carriage for the whole day. Go lie down for a while."
"Alright." Han Qiao nodded.
Heng Yi helped Han Qiao into the main courtyard to rest.
Old Woman Heng and Old Man Heng were left in the hall, staring at each other.
The two of them looked gloomy, but they did not dare to make a sound.
In this spacious and bright house, there was no place for them.
They thought that Heng Yi hadn't completely cut ties with them. They thought they still had a chance to get on their good side.
In the main room.
Shulan came in with hot water. Heng Yi took it and helped Han Qiao wash her face, hands, and body.