The hand, without a doubt, belonged to Chu He.
She stared blankly as Chu He, expressionless, set the pair of chopsticks down on the table.
Only then did the heavyset woman in the gold necklace seem to snap out of a dream.
Chu Donglai was not the same man he used to be.
He now had an incredibly successful son,
a son who held a pivotal position not just in the Great Xia Empire, but across the entire Blue Star.
At this thought, the heavyset woman broke out in a cold sweat. 'I was far too impulsive just now.'
She hurriedly said, "Chu He, I'm so sorry. My hand just slipped. I really didn't mean it."
"That's right, that's right. Your aunt was just raising her hand,"
This foolish woman's always like that. When she talks, she has to wave her arms around, spitting all over the place.
I've told her a dozen times, but she just won't listen, won't change."
The middle-aged man quickly stood up, an obsequious smile plastered on his face.
"Let's go."
