Ye Mingcheng rolled his eyes.
Meng Wanting felt speechless too, but she dared not say anything.
Shen Yue'e was making small talk with Chu Qianjiao when Sister Su led someone to deliver meals upstairs. Chu Qianjiao curiously asked, "Do you have guests at home? I still have some gifts in the car; I'll have someone fetch them."
"No need, no need." Shen Yue'e quickly stopped her, whispering in her ear, "That's Xiaofeng's mother, the one I mentioned to you before. Xiaofeng cries every day, and the old master, being kind-hearted, let her stay temporarily to take care of the child. She'll leave after a while."
"Oh, I see." Chu Qianjiao acted very generously, "Why not let her come down for the meal with us?"
"She's not fit to be at the table. What's the point of her coming down?" Shen Yue'e said with disdain, "Qianjiao, take your seat and don't mind her."
