The crowd was drawn to the clear voice, seeing Jiang Shuwei walk into the living room.
The young boy was handsome and gentle, with eyes dark and pristine.
Ye Mei never expected Jiang Shuwei to come home at this time, and upon hearing her son's voice, she was shocked, her lips twitching.
Jiang Shuwei came over, steadied himself in front of the elders, and greeted them politely, showing great upbringing.
"You're just a child; what do you know about such matters? Just focus on your studies. Don't meddle in adult affairs." Ye Mei tugged at Jiang Shuwei's arm, "Go upstairs and rest for a while. I'll have someone bring you some bird's nest soup I made."
