Xia Weibao's brows slightly furrowed, her smile a tad cold on her face.
The head seat, the host's place.
In affluent families, there were many rules, and everyone knew there were specific seats for guests and for the host.
Only she and Lu Hualiang had the right to sit in the host's place. Even Lu Huashan, who was somewhat like a co-owner of Lu Garden, wouldn't sit in the head seat when she visited.
Yet Yan Weiyang had the audacity to just waltz right in.
What this implied no longer needed to be spoken aloud.
Looking at the provocation in Yan Weiyang's eyes, Xia Weibao's cold laugh grew even more pronounced.
Very good, so they already came knocking to strut their stuff.
Should she just have someone kick the mistress out? But that doesn't seem quite right, does it?
It would make her seem so jealous.
But she was supposed to be an understanding, gentle, and generous good wife and loving mother. How could she be so petty?
Right, she's a lady, she has to be magnanimous.
