Today, the Yin Family gathered together, all the Yins were present.
He glanced around the hall, his eyes revealing understanding.
The Family Head, the second master of the Yin Family, sat in the center of the sofa, his wife sat beside him below, along with their son.
On the other side of the sofa, his wife and child were seated, the mother and son looked extremely well-behaved.
Yu Shuo's gaze on them was involuntarily gentle.
Finally, his gaze landed on Mao Shuqin, who stood at the side with a sorrowful expression.
Yin Zhikun, seated at the center of the sofa in the hall, frowned upon seeing Yu Shuo appear, wanting to drive him away as usual.
Recalling that today it was because of Yu Shuo that Mao Shuqin was brought home, preserving the dignity of the Yin Family, he grudgingly closed his mouth.
"Family Head Yin, Lady Yin, Uncle, everyone is here," Yu Shuo greeted with great familiarity.
He naturally sat down beside Yin Fangfei and his son Tianrui.
