The elder Li's glance swept over to Li Mochan, whose gaze was fixed on him. He felt a flicker of annoyance rise within him, yet he maintained a façade of expressionlessness on his face, "Sit down."
"No need, I'm quite fine standing," Ye Jiuliang said.
The elder Li's face remained stern, and the atmosphere once again plunged into an awkward silence.
"Let's go to the side hall and chat," Weng Lan was shrewd and observant. She took Ye Xin by the arm and stood up together.
To an outsider, the almost mother-in-law and daughter-in-law seemed to get along quite well.
Xiang Zhen nodded and rose to her feet as well.
As men discussed business, the womenfolk had no place to interject; it would be more relaxing to chat on the side, among themselves.
Seeing this, the other ladies also left with Weng Lan.
In a moment, the surroundings became much more spacious.
The air seemed much fresher, too, as the mix of perfume gradually faded.
