Due to the afternoon's "punishment," Ran Yu was not looking sideways and was all seriousness until Lu Beichuan left, and only then did she secretly heave a sigh of relief.
Old Madam Lu glanced at the time and said, "It's still early for dinner. Xiaoyu, do you know how to play Mahjong?"
Her biggest hobby was playing Mahjong, and she felt uncomfortable if she didn't touch Mahjong tiles for a day.
"I just had an European-style automatic Mahjong table custom-made not long ago, and today we have enough people. How about it? Let's give it a try..."
Before Old Madam Lu could finish speaking, "smack," Old Master Lu slapped the table hard, "Old lady, have you lost your mind?"
"It's you who has lost your mind. What's wrong with playing Mahjong? Besides, today is Xiaoyu and Ziheng's big day; we should celebrate properly," Old Madam Lu argued convincingly and then ordered the servants to prepare the living room.
