Yanci Fu didn't come downstairs until an hour later.
In the living room on the first floor, Ye Li was holding a plate of blueberries and watching a variety show.
She didn't even notice him walking down to her until he was right behind her, her eyes glued to the young fresh meat on the TV who were farming and covered in dirt.
"Is it good?"
The man's magnetic voice rang out, and Ye Li nodded subconsciously, "It's good."
As soon as she said it, she realized something was off.
Ye Li turned around and saw Yanci Fu standing behind the sofa.
"Are you done with the meeting?"
Casually tossing aside the glass plate, Ye Li looked at the man's unexpected expression, eagerly massaging his shoulders while dismissively saying, "No matter how good-looking they are, they're not as handsome as my husband!"
Yanci Fu's expression relaxed, clearly pleased.