Sheng Yanxiao came downstairs, two hours later. The moment Su Weiyi saw him, her heart tightened. Sheng Yanxiao's face showed no difference, nor did he look like he had been in a fight, except his shirt collar had a few wrinkles.
Su Weiyi immediately walked to his side, and Sheng Yanxiao took her hand as they both looked at Miss Tang.
"Mom, we're leaving now."
Miss Tang nodded and sighed, "Go ahead."
She didn't ask much. After Sheng Yanxiao and Su Weiyi left, Miss Tang turned around and went upstairs, pushing open the study door and glaring at the man inside: "They finally came back, and now you're scaring them off without even having dinner."
Mr. Sheng no longer looked furious. He wrapped his arms around his lovely wife, rubbed his face against hers, looking nothing like serious: "I'll eat with you. What do we need those two kids for?"
"You..."
Miss Tang couldn't help but laugh in exasperation, poking Mr. Sheng's face: "Jianan, are you really against it?"
