Lu Yuan was sitting in the courtyard.
The house was a hive of activity, but it had no Underground Heating System and the main door was wide open.
It was actually warmer to sit in the courtyard and soak up the sun.
Lu Yuan had just sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette when he saw Song Meiqin's mother-in-law arrive.
Lu Yuan had sized her up from a distance a moment ago and could already tell that Song Meiqin's mother-in-law was not an easy person to deal with—the type to nitpick and stir up trouble.
And now, it seemed his assessment was spot on.
Setting aside what might have happened before, Lu Yuan felt that family matters should, under any circumstances, remain private.
You should at least maintain some decorum in front of outsiders.
He and the others were outsiders, and there were so many servants around.
Behaving like this was truly improper.
