Li's mother did not listen this time and turned to glance at Li's father, giving a cold snort, "Then you just sit here."
"You!" Li's father was truly infuriated.
Li's mother adjusted her shawl and asked the old servant, "Where is Beiting? Did he come alone?"
"Madam, the young master is in the guest room. The young master didn't come alone, he's with the young mistress and the little young master."
When she heard "little young master," a sparkle flashed in Li's mother's eyes, but when she heard that Yu Weiwei had also come, a slight change appeared on her face.
She still remembered that stubborn woman who would never admit defeat. She always thought that the woman had been misleading Li Beiting.
Just as they were about to reach the guest room, Li's mother suddenly stopped walking and turned towards another small living room.
"Tell them I'm here." After sitting down, Li's mother poured a cup of tea.
"Alright, alright," the old servant nodded.
