Gu Wenheng broke the silence at this moment. He cupped his hands and bowed to his brothers. "Thank you for all your hard work taking care of things at home, my brothers."
Gu Yuanjin clumsily mirrored the gesture. "We're all brothers, no need for such formalities. Besides, you've brought honor and protection to our family. We're the ones who should be thanking you."
Gu Yuanmu and the others followed the eldest's lead, feeling a bit panicked. Old Seventh was such a high-ranking official; they didn't dare accept his bow so easily.
"Alright, stop bowing back and forth like that," Li Cuicui said. Seeing her sons getting along so well, her face wrinkled into a brilliant smile.
"You—"
Before Li Cuicui could finish, a loud THUMP THUMP THUMP came from the wing room, impossible to ignore.
Li Cuicui chuckled with disdain.
"Alright, go see your father! Looks like the cups and the heated brick bed table in that room are doomed again.
