Li Chong went downstairs. Li Xinyi and Lu Ming were walking into the living room arm in arm.
"Dad, I heard from the servant that Mom is unwell. How is she?"
Li Chong shook off his angry expression and chuckled.
"It's nothing serious. Just a headache and a cold. She's lying in bed now. Go up and see her. Lu Ming, sit down. Let's talk."
Li Chong was very satisfied with the status of his son-in-law's family, and his attitude was especially polite.
Once upstairs, along the corridor, Li Xinyi heard the sound of things being smashed. It sounded a little angry. What was wrong with her mother today? She knew very well that Lu Ming might be coming upstairs with her, but she was throwing things around.
What if Lu Ming suspected them?
"Mom, Lu Ming is downstairs. Stop throwing things around. Who provoked you?"
Liu Luhua put away the vase she had grabbed. She tidied her unkempt hair and calmed herself down.
