"Brother."
Bei Qingyue suddenly raised her voice a few notches.
Her gaze towards Bei Shengri bore a hint of sternness.
"Today is mother's birthday. The clan leader election matters should be left for later discussion."
"Especially this matter should not be brought up in front of outsiders."
Her gaze swept towards Ling Chuxiang, and needless to say, the outsider referred to him.
Bei Qingyue and the Old Madam's attitude towards Ling Chuxiang was entirely consistent; neither welcomed him warmly.
Ling Chuxiang's expression tightened; as expected, Bei Qingyue's words as the clan leader were sharp.
Seeing Bei Shengri's awkward expression there, he had to speak up, "Right, right, Lady Yue's words make sense."
"This matter should be discussed slowly among yourselves later."
This matter cannot be rushed, as rushing could lead to undesirable effects.
Ling Chuxiang thought for a moment and signaled to Bei Zicheng, his gaze settling on the Old Madam.
