Qiao Yaoran suddenly spoke up, "I have other matters to attend to, I must leave first."
With that one sentence, everyone understood.
Wang Xiumei's expression wasn't very pleasant, but she couldn't make it too obvious in front of them, "You should at least stay for dinner before you go."
Madam Qiao also looked at her son in surprise, but, after all, he was her son, and she still respected his opinion.
"Then we won't dine here either, thank you for your hospitality today."
Mr. Qiao naturally stood up as well.
Wang Xiumei was anxious, hurriedly tugging at Bai Minghao, they tried their best to keep them, but the visitors were insistent on leaving, and in the end, only the three of them were left in the living room.
Bai Bingying, who hadn't come down until now, also walked out at this moment, observing the commotion.
