Half an hour later, Li Qiao didn't go to the office but followed Mr. and Mrs. Li back to the mansion.
The rain outside the window showed no signs of abating, and the three members of the family were sitting in the living room, plunged into a long silence.
Li Guangming, having drunk alcohol, was slightly tipsy and weary, reclining against the sofa with an arm draped over his forehead, occasionally burping.
Duan Shuyuan's expression had lost the earlier tension, and she occasionally wiped Li Guangming's face with a towel in her hand.
"Mom, Dad, don't you have anything to say about today's events?"
Li Qiao sat upright in the middle of the sofa, looking straight at the elderly couple opposite her, her tone playful.
