The Old Madam had always doted on her youngest son. After listening to Luo Lin's words, she said, "Alright, Fengfeng, you've just been discharged from the hospital, don't get angry. Qiu Hong, mind your words from now on!"
"Yes, mom," Qiu Hong replied meekly.
Only then did Luo Feng sit down with a cold snort.
Because of this little incident, the cheerful facade of the banquet cracked.
Inwardly, Luo Yan was secretly happy. The harmonious facade at home was like a colorful bubble blown by children, and breaking them felt immensely satisfying.
The woman, whose anger had just been off the charts, now felt a little happiness. Shen Yu curved his lips into a slight smile and occasionally glanced at Luo Yan, the doting gaze as gentle as Spring Water.
...
After the banquet ended, the Old Madam returned to the prayer hall to recite scriptures, and the second and third families also returned to the East Tower and West Tower. The world was finally quiet.
