The alarm must have gone off; he probably stayed up too late playing with his supermodel girlfriend and got up late.
Madam He certainly knew her son was lying, but she wouldn't expose him in front of so many people. She was just grateful he didn't bring any of those women from outside.
"Sit down."
Madam He gave him a warning look.
He Qiyang sat down and, at the same time, winked at He Yihui.
Among the entire extended family, with so many siblings, his relationship with He Yihui was probably the closest—not just because they were close in age, but more importantly, because He Yihui never lectured him.
Thus, at He Yihui's birthday banquet, Young Master He, who seemed busier than anyone else in the He family, made a rare appearance. The Aston Martin driven by He Yihui was his gift to her.
"Now that everyone is here, let's begin."
Madam He spoke.
Everyone fell silent as if by agreement.
