Upon arriving at the Xue family home, Song Yitang stepped out of the car and the first thing that caught her eye was the spacious courtyard and the rare, three-story western-style house with its exquisite decoration.
Xue Zhenqing went to park the car while Xue Qing led Song Yitang inside.
When the door swung open, Song Yitang was startled to see more than a dozen people sitting in the living room, all silent.
Old Master Xue sat in a rocking chair, his face ashen with anger, and fragments of a teacup lay on the floor.
At that sight, Song Yitang just wanted to escape!
Mother Xue was dressed in a deep blue cheongsam, her hair pinned up, looking dignified.
Upon seeing Song Yitang next to Xue Qing, she spoke up, breaking the tension, "You little rascal, you still know the way home?"
Then her tone softened in an instant.
"Who might this be?"
Before Xue Qing could introduce her, the woman sitting across from Mother Xue interjected.
