"The old man's words are inappropriate; in modern society, the marriage of men and women is all about destiny. When the right fate arrives, they naturally come together in marriage," another dignified middle-aged man said.
They were in the middle of their conversation when suddenly they sensed a chilling presence approaching. They turned their heads and saw Li Yeqi, clad in a black, bespoke suit, walking towards them.
Li Yeqi, who hadn't been seen for a long time, seemed to exude a more intimidating icy aura than ever before.
Li Yeqi gave everyone a brief glance, his expression haughty and indifferent. He gave a faint nod of his head without making eye contact with Elder Li, then turned on his heel and headed upstairs.
The smile froze on Elder Li's face. Seeing that the others were watching him, he slapped the arm of his wheelchair in embarrassment and anger, "Yeqi, all your uncles are here. To walk away without a greeting, is that polite?"
