As for Yan Shuiwu and Yan Shuifeng, their expressions looked even worse. It felt like everything they had said all night was rendered meaningless by one sentence from Ye Hao.
"Sis..."
"No need to say more, you all should go back first. We'll talk after we heal Mom tomorrow." Yan Shuiyue waved her hand to stop them from continuing the conversation.
Helpless, they had no choice but to leave sensibly, waiting to see what would happen the next day.
Lin Ruyu, standing at the pavilion on the second floor, said to Ye Hao: "Don't mind them, my uncles have always been like that, just pretend you didn't hear anything."
"What's there to mind? Your uncles are like my uncles, they just speak a bit harshly," Ye Hao waved his hand and laughed.
"I'm glad you understand, thank you." Lin Ruyu knew Ye Hao's ways; he's typically blunt, quick to throw a punch. The fact that he held back from speaking today owed her mother a face.
