Li Qing's room was extremely awkward for a while.
Tian Yueqin stood her ground like a stubborn little calf, her eyes exceptionally resolute.
She was a hair's breadth away from throwing a tantrum, making a scene, and threatening to hang herself.
And Tian Yue'e was as angry as an old bull, her full and round chest heaving up and down.
At that moment, Yu Lan's reaction was similar to Li Qing's, both somewhat confused like clueless monks.
For this matter, Li Qing could make his stance crystal clear, but he still didn't know how best to handle it.
He tried persuading, but Tian Yueqin wouldn't budge an inch, standing her ground as if her feet had taken root.
"Fine, I just want to ask you now, what exactly are you thinking? If you can provide an answer that satisfies me, I might agree, but think carefully, from then on, it would be both of us sisters serving one husband," Tian Yue'e finally broke the standoff and said.
