“Since wang ye has returned, why don’t we greet wang ye?,” Wei Qin shi positioned herself as an elder by sitting on the chair and commented, “Chen fu hasn’t seen His Highness for so many years.”
Xiao Gan Zi was still standing, his body bent at the waist. Upon hearing Wei Qin shi’s words, he twisted his mouth in disdain. No wonder this Wei xiaojie looked so petty-minded. With such a mother, how good of a daughter could she raise?
A not even closely related jiumu had the nerve to posture as an elder in front of wang fei. If you gave them an inch, they would take a mile. They should take a good look at their rank before acting.
“Wang ye is here.”
Qu Qing Ju stood and saw He Heng striding towards her. She smiled and went forward, their two hands naturally coming together, “Today, you’re later than usual.”
“There were more matters to attend to so you had to wait a bit longer,” He Heng brought her along and they sat before looking down at Wei Qin shi and Wei Ran Shuang standing below, “Wei furen and Wei xiao jie have enough free time to visit ben wang’s fu?” He didn’t need to use courtesy towards these kind of people. The imposing manner of a wang ye came out naturally.