At the He family's dining table, the maids entered in succession, placing beautifully crafted dishes along the long table.
Han Yeze had an awkward smile on his face; he knew he should have left when Wen Ran did.
The meal was truly hard to digest.
Mr. He Sr. sat at the head of the table, with Madam He sitting opposite He Xizhou. Madam He's expression remained indifferent, showing no warmth to outsiders, only displaying care and tenderness towards He family members. Of course, in her eyes, Shen Wanxing wasn't a He family member.
He Manzi was sitting beside Madam He, directly opposite Shen Wanxing.
Han Yeze, an outsider, was sitting in the seat directly opposite the old man, encountering the latter's wrinkled yet imposing face, which was a thousand times more terrifying than his own father's.
"Young Master Han, have some soup."
"Thank you, Uncle Fu."
Uncle Fu took special care of this outsider.
