"Xiao Qiao, why bring so much stuff with you? Don't stand at the door, come on in."
Su Yun warmly welcomed Qiao Si inside.
"What are you doing here?"
Ye Ting sat on the sofa with a cold expression, the warmer his wife was to Qiao Si, the more displeased he became. It was bad enough that he flirted with his precious daughter, and now he had his wife fawning over him. So what if he's good-looking, that's nothing to fuss over.
"Lao Wu, stop gaming and make a cup of Cloud Mist Immortal tea for Xiao Qiao," said Su Yun as she gestured for Qiao Si to sit down and instructed Ye Ling to prepare the tea.
"Mom, I'm in the middle of a game, really busy here. Let Dad make it," Ye Ling didn't even look up from his game. And it wasn't just because he was gaming; even if he wasn't, he wouldn't make tea for someone trying to take his sister away.
"Honey, you do it then," Su Yun's gaze fell on her husband.
