"I am already not calm!" Little Tong Hua looked at Shen Qianshu's back expressionlessly. Ye Ling, who was dressed in home clothes, came out from the master bedroom. He was strutting and did not show any self-consciousness of a guest at all. He looked like the early days of autumn and was as cold as ice. The fitting casual clothes made his body look long and extremely good-looking.
Little Tong Hua put down his cup heavily and made a face. Shen Qianshu clapped her hands awkwardly. "You all have to get along harmoniously!"
Shen Qianshu picked up her bag readily. "I am going to work. Two masters, eat slowly!"
She escaped even faster than a rabbit, being extremely terrified, not giving both father and son a chance to react at all and just left the house. She conveniently placed a set of keys on the shoe rack for Ye Ling. Ye Ling and little Tong Hua were left at the dining table, both looking at each other with hatred.
