"Slap!"
Li Shu Ying's palm struck heavily on the coffee table, her expression even colder, her voice shrill, "Feng Xiao, is this how you treat your mother? Huh? I've raised you with great hardship, and now that you've grown your own wings, you disdain even to respond to my words?"
"Master! The madam is just concerned about you. She's been waiting here for two hours, and your phone was unreachable!" Butler Uncle He came out, smiling broadly, trying to smooth things over.
Finally, Feng Xiao stopped in his tracks.
He turned and sat down on the couch.
Directly opposite Li Shu Huang, he looked at his mother, who always appeared dignified and elegant but was always cold and distant to him, and with his legs crossed, he laughed carelessly, "So you've actually waited for two hours, Mom. Do you have something important?"