Ye Jiuliang's eyes held a genuine smile as he said, "I've eaten."
"Why didn't Mohan come back with you?" he asked, voicing the doubt in his heart.
Ye Jiuliang replied, "Mohan has some business to attend to—he'll be back in a couple of days."
It was exactly as he had guessed. The Li Family's elderly patriarch spoke with a chuckle, "Now that you've handled things here, you'll return to the Li Mansion in the next few days. Whatever you want to eat, just let the kitchen know—they'll make it for you. Eat lots."
Hearing this, Ye Jiuliang felt it sounded eerily familiar; it seemed like something his grandmother often said too.
Ever since she became pregnant, the bird's nest and other nutritional supplements had been in endless supply. Anything she couldn't finish, she would give to her Li Mochan to eat.
As the two conversed harmoniously, not far away, the Ye family patriarch watched with a dark expression on his face.
