Chu Yu and Chu Ying hurried over, seeing Ye Lan sitting across from Li Xing with a doting look as she watched her eat, occasionally using a handkerchief to wipe Li Xing's mouth, showing an intimate attitude.
The two exchanged glances, both utterly confused.
"Yun Yi, what's going on here?" Chu Ying pulled Chu Yunyi aside and asked in a low voice.
"I guess mother might have mistaken Li Xing for Yun You."
Chu Ying: "Ah? This..."
Chu Yu's face was displeased: "Lan Er, it's getting late, the banquet is about to end, let's go back!"
After saying this, Chu Yu was about to grab Ye Lan's arm, but suddenly remembered his son's cold gaze from last night, the Wind Cone pointing directly at his throat that haunted his nightmares, and he awkwardly pulled back his outstretched hand.
Ye Lan sat still, glancing sideways at Chu Yu, and said coldly:
