"Meaning, tell him to get lost," Yu Cheng said, pointing at Yu Ruixuan, not bothering to hide his disgust.
He had invited Little Lamb to come play in Capital City. It was on him for not having protected her well. To think Yu Ruixuan had hit her right under his nose—that made him feel incredibly guilty.
He could see the fear Jiang Mianmian had towards Yu Ruixuan. How could he possibly make Jiang Mianmian suffer and have dinner with them?
"You're getting worked up?" Yu Huaxun was somewhat displeased with his assertive eldest son. It was just kids fooling around, Ruixuan had already apologized, and yet he was still being relentless.
As father and son looked set to start arguing again, Elder Yu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up with a grave voice, "Enough, today is Xiao Cheng's birthday, what he says goes. You all should go back."
Elder Yu's words were indeed showing some favoritism.
