Because it was just an ordinary birthday, not many people were at the Li Family's doorstep. Plus, the old patriarch himself was not very fond of lively scenes, so it was much quieter by the time Li Beiting arrived.
The remains of firecrackers had not been swept away and lent a festive look to the scene.
Two old servants still stood at the entrance, their hands hanging by their sides and heads bowed, silently guarding the huge doors of the Li Family.
Li Beiting's car didn't drive in but stopped at the entrance.
Back then, he had left the Li Family without taking anything, and this car was bought much later with Yu Weiwei. Naturally, it wasn't as luxurious as the Maserati at the Li Family's, but it was modest and unassuming.
The old servant mistook him for a guest and came to the car door to bow.
Yu Weiwei's heart started to feel uneasy, very nervous.
She glanced at Li Beiting, and he grabbed her hand, smiling and saying, "It's okay, I'm here."
