Yu Chiyin saw that Lu Fengxuan's hair was disheveled and was just about to tidy it up when Jing Lao spotted him, as if he had committed an unforgivable crime.
His hand paused mid-air, Jing Lao misunderstood his gesture, his white beard bristling with anger, he sternly reprimanded,
"As parents, behaving frivolously in front of your two children, what kind of example are you setting!"
Yu Chiyin: "..."
He just wanted to fix his own wife's hair, and that was considered frivolous behavior?
"It's okay, Brother Ayin," Lu Fengxuan said, worried that the two of them would start arguing in the elevator, and quickly pulled Yu Chiyin away.
Then she whispered in his ear, "Old Mister Jing is temperamental, the more you argue with him, the more troublesome he'll be. Just step back for the sake of him being an elder."
Jing Lao's ears were very sharp, "Xuan girl, you are talking behind my back. I heard you."
