Zhang Yuyao secretly glared at the three children, warning them not to speak out of turn at this time.
Xiahou Shang and his wife watched intently, pretending to be detached. Xiahou Jin, smart at the right moment, absolutely wouldn't cause trouble either. He quietly drank his wine, looking sympathetically at Xiahou Zhuo.
Just as the atmosphere became suffocating, Xiahou Huai Gui suddenly ladled a bowl of soup and handed it to the old lady, "Mom, have some soup to calm your nerves."
Only Xiahou Huai Gui dared to speak out at this moment.
Luo Xiangyue glanced at her youngest son, then picked up the bowl of soup, taking small sips.
Seeing this, the tense atmosphere in the hall relaxed considerably.
Xiahou Zhuo gratefully looked at his youngest brother, but Xiahou Huai Gui showed no reaction to Xiahou Zhuo's attempt to please him.
Xiahou Zhuo was used to Xiahou Huai Gui's cold demeanor.
