When Yue Tingfeng arrived home, he was in a new set of clothes carrying a bag into the living room.
It was past 11 o'clock at night but there were still people talking in the Yue family living room.
"Tingfeng, you're home…"
Yue Tingfeng answered lazily, "Ma, you're still not sleeping?"
His mother, Mrs. Yue, stood up and said, "This is not…"
Mrs. Yue's words were interrupted by the person beside her. "Tingfeng, you're home. I was free today so I came over to visit auntie and we didn't notice the time."
The appearance of Yan Ruke immediately had an effect on Yue Tingfeng's demeanor. He ignored her and addressed his mother, "Ma, you're old now. Don't stay up so late unless you want more wrinkles on your face."
Mrs. Yue was fifty-odd years old but her daily skincare routine made her appear ten years younger. She touched her face and said, "Wrinkles?"
"I'm tired. I'm gonna head up and sleep." Yue Tingfeng's patience was running low.
