He wasn't out of his mind.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you audacious boy?" Wang Daqin raised her hand in a fit of anger and slapped Young Master Yan on his shoulders forcefully. "You're the one with the problem and Xuxu didn't even mind. How dare you act all high and mighty now?"
You were done in less than half an hour and you still dare to put on airs in front of Xuxu.
When she thought of this, worry engulfed the old lady once more. She yelled towards the kitchen. "Aunt Zhang, have you re-heated the soup? Third Yan is back, serve the soup now."
Yan Rusheng was really curious about this special soup.
The old lady had specifically called him in the afternoon and told him to come home for the soup. And she had called a few more times to remind him repeatedly in the evening.
