"Why aren't you greeting the numerous guests outside? Why did you call me over? What's the matter?" Madam Bao turned her head, looking impatiently at her son.
Housekeeper Liu had quietly retreated, leaving the mother and son alone.
Madam Bao's anger hadn't subsided when a familiar voice reached her ears.
"An Yin, be good..."
Bao Shaojin's voice wasn't loud, but when listened to carefully, Madam Bao's body froze.
Seeing madam's gloomy face, Bao Laosan couldn't help but feel an inexplicable thrill in his heart. All these years, Bao Shaojin in madam's eyes, was like the pride of the heavens, never having done anything remotely out of line. To the madam, Bao Shaojin was her pride and joy.
