"Why did you suddenly think of tomb-sweeping? Well, go ahead and have a look, so that no one can accuse our Su Family of ingratitude," Su Qingzhang was in a very good mood today, so even though Su Ziceng brought up a taboo subject, he didn't particularly mind.
After a bit of idle chat, they saw Chang Mei coming down from upstairs, fuming with anger, her eyes swollen like those of a goldfish, her nostrils flaring continuously. She came down, sat beside Su Qingzhang, and then with those rolled-up eyes, glared fiercely at Yan Wuxu.
Seeing that expression, Su Ziceng found it nauseating, not to mention Su Qingzhang. The addition of another person made the conversation no longer warm, and Su Qingzhang stood up displeased and strode upstairs.
