Bi Fang placed the medicinal cuisine on the dining table. The fragrance assailed the nostrils.
Pitifully sitting beside her, Bi Fang begged for mercy,"Junior Sister, out of respect for Grandpa and Auntie, please don't blame me."
Wu Mei's anger had long since dissipated due to hunger. Her mood for interrogating Bi Fang had long since disappeared.
After all, Bi Fang was not the one who broke the agreement.
After Wu Mei drank the first mouthful of soup, Bi Fang immediately heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Li Nanchen reached out and pulled Bi Fang to the side. He then sat beside Wu Mei and took the bowl from the servant.
Old Master Li looked at Wu Mei lovingly. When he turned to Li Nanchen, he said fiercely, "Come to my study room later."
"Okay!" Li Nanchen swiftly agreed.
