Ye Fei poked Li Xiaoyun's arm: "Scoot over a bit, let me sit here. Your dad will want to sit here later too. If you take the middle, where will we sit?"
Li Xiaoyun glanced around.
Looking quite innocent.
There's plenty of space on both sides, surely Mrs. Li and Mr. Li can sit comfortably.
Zhao Dingli seized the opportunity and quickly stood up, saying, "How can I let you and Uncle sit on chairs? You should sit on the sofa, I'll take the chair."
"That's not right, that's not right. You are guests, how can I let you sit on chairs?" Mrs. Li immediately rejected.
"But you're the elder ones. I can't just relax on the sofa, can I?" Zhao Dingli added.
He held Mrs. Li's shoulder and guided her to the sofa: "Please, just sit on the sofa; that way I'll feel more at ease."
Only after getting Mrs. Li settled on the sofa did Zhao Dingli quickly shift the chair beside Li Xiaoyun.
Although it wasn't as close as the sofa, a bit of a pity.
