Because the Dali Temple did not have enough evidence, they could not arrest Wei Ting. Wei Ting openly recuperated in the Number One Hall.
On the other side, Wei Xiyue, who had accompanied her little packrat to class, had also finished her first day of study. After feeding Xiaohu, she also had dinner.
She had never been so obedient in the Wei family.
She was not a child who ate well, unlike Ling Yun who could not eat. She simply did not like to eat and went around fiddling with things. A meal would take two hours to complete.
With Xiaohu around, she was very focused on eating.
However, the problem came right on the heels of that.
She insisted on taking Xiaohu away.
"Can we come back tomorrow?" Madam Li coaxed softly.
"No, no, no! Ah—"
She stomped her feet angrily.
Xiaohu was dumbfounded.
"Sister Xiyue, why are you shouting? Does your voice hurt?"
Wei Xiyue stopped shouting and looked at him curiously.
