Hearing that the Elder Mr. Bei had arrived, Bei Yanghui's hand uncontrollably trembled.
Sure enough, after a short while, an old man, surrounded by a crowd, was helped over by an elegant and graceful noblewoman.
He leaned on a cane, his steps appearing somewhat unsteady.
Dressed in a custom-made traditional mandarin jacket with a crossed collar, unlike the peaceful demeanor of the Elder Mr. Si, the Elder Mr. Bei's face seemed more aged, but his eyes were filled with an imposing dignity when he looked at people, truly reminiscent of a high-ranking leader.
"Dad!"
Bei Yanghui hurriedly stepped forward, and upon seeing the woman assisting the Elder Mr. Bei, he chuckled awkwardly, "Sister-in-law, you're here too."
The woman nodded and replied, "With what happened to Bei Zhe, of course, we had to come see for ourselves."
Her voice was gentle and soft-spoken, and compared to Bei Yanghui's wife, Zhou Xiuyan, it was easy to tell who was the noblewoman and who was the shrew at a glance.
