"Let's go, Ranran," Yao Yuan beamed at his daughter.
"It's about time we paid a visit to Madam Qin."
"I understand!" Yao Ran nodded obediently.
Deep in her heart, she was very eager for this inevitable encounter.
Father and daughter tidied themselves up and headed in the direction of the Qin Residence.
…
It was a Saturday, so Madam Qin was at home. It was mid-morning, but Qin Jing was still asleep upstairs, while Qin Rui had gone out earlier.
The servant set the table and prepared a sumptuous breakfast.
Madam Qin had just seated herself for the meal when the doorbell rang.
"Quick, go and see who is here so early in the day!"
The matriarch looked to the door with a slight frown.
Regardless of their identity, she found it discourteous for someone to drop in uninvited at such an hour. It was a blatant breach of etiquette.
Soon enough, the servant was escorting Yao Yuan and his daughter into the dining hall.
