There was still some time before Murong Chen returned, so the others were not in a hurry. They were all doing their own things.
This time, Uncle Yang, who was originally busy with all the work of the Murong Family, was much more relaxed. From time to time, he wanted to help but was pushed aside, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
"Uncle Yang, don't worry about us. We can handle the barbecue tonight," Murong Qiao said casually.
At Uncle Yang's age, it was time to pay attention to his health.
Although the workload at the Murong Residence was usually not heavy, Murong Qiao subconsciously didn't want the other party to work too hard.
Although he was called a butler, he was treated more like an elder now.
Speaking of the time…
As Murong Qiao placed the things she needed for tonight, she was thinking when she heard the sound of a horn coming from outside.
