"He Yan, now that you have a high-ranking position, our Yang Family can no longer afford to keep you as our esteemed guest," said the old matriarch of the Yang Family, who showed no intention of rising to greet Lu Heyan when she spoke.
Lu Heyan's stern, thick eyebrows indeed showed no favor to the old lady. Without a word, he walked in with his hands behind his back, followed by his two sons. Wang Hai moved a chair for him, but he didn't sit down.
"What's the matter? Do you find my chair not grand enough? Well, it's provided by the funeral home, it makes me feel uneasy too, especially when I think of Lele. I believe Junjun must feel even more uncomfortable," said the old matriarch with a squint, eyeing the three of them before her.
