Sheng Mingchuan naturally chuckled and waved his hand. "Don't frighten the child. As I see it, everything is perfectly fine..."
During lunch, Mr. Xu indeed couldn't make it back to the estate. The household set up two tables as usual. To show closeness to their in-law, both tables were placed in the inner courtyard, separated only by a folding screen. Sheng Mingchuan's table was hosted by the men from the household's two generations.
At the banquet, the topic of whether Chen Song would stay or leave inevitably came up.
The old madam had been eating bird's nest soup on her side of the screen. Hearing Sheng Mingchuan ask about this, she couldn't help but prick up her ears.
Xu Su Ying noticed this and teased her mother, "Really, Mother. If you want to know something, just ask me directly. There's no need to eavesdrop like that."
