"Grandma, that girl hasn't desecrated our family's ancestral grave, so let's not bring disaster upon her,"
Hou Tingfu said, while Madame Hou also added, "Muyan is only twenty years old, there's no rush. He's so young, let him have a few more years of fun."
Hou Tingfu's icy gaze swept across Madame Hou's face. At eight in the morning, Madame Hou's makeup was meticulous, and her neck and ear jewelry matched without a miss.
She had long become accustomed to the Hou siblings' indifference toward her. When Hou Tingfu gave her a cold look, Madame Hou would still return it with a gentle and dignified smile.
The Hou family's dining table was like a battlefield without smoke, with Madame Hou skillfully navigating the conversations, and the Old Lady adding her levity. Everyone needed a heart as clever as a seven-orifice exquisite heart to fend off each other.
After several rounds of crossing words, Hou Tingfu and Hou Muyan were the first to leave the dining table.
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