Arriving at the entrance of the Xia Mansion, Xia Wanqing did not invite them inside.
He stood at the doorway, displaying a steady demeanor, speaking sincerely, with a trace of undisguised worry on his face. It was the helplessness and hidden concern of an old father worried about his daughter.
He clasped his hands and said, "Thank you all for your hard work today. I should have hosted a banquet to express my gratitude, but Wenjin was frightened, and I'm afraid we might not host you well. However, since you have all rendered great assistance, Wenjin is deeply grateful for your help. The day after tomorrow, I will prepare a modest feast at the Xia Mansion, and I hope you all will come to let me express my gratitude!"
Huangfu Yuxuan felt quite displeased upon hearing this. They weren't even being let inside?
After all, Xia Wenjin was merely frightened; hosting guests doesn't necessarily require her presence. This excuse is rather unremarkable.
