"Hah… Mom, you truly like to joke around."
Pei Ge was truly amused by the second half of Madam Ji's statement. She took out the pastel yellow gift box from behind her. Inside was the older woman's favorite Chanel perfume. It was a limited edition—a proof of honor and dignity.
When Madam Ji turned around, her gaze on her would-be daughter-in-law was filled with more tenderness and affection. She then spoke. "Alright, alright. Everyone is finally reunited, so let's not waste our energy on such inconsequential matters. Old thing, I will have you know that I will come back for you again in the future. Now, go call the three children down for dinner."
She took the blanket she had covered herself earlier with and walked past Qu Xiujie for the dining room, leaving the remaining three to stare blankly at one another.
"Uncle, didn't you promise me that you will not quarrel with mom again?"
