Tang Xia and Qin Yurong arrived late, which made Qin Yurong very anxious.
Ye Qiyun had said that Grandfather Ye was someone who placed great importance on these kinds of etiquettes and details, so even with Tang Xia consoling her, Yurong's mood could not lighten. In fact, as she drew closer to the main building of the Ye Family, she became more resolute.
"Rongrong, it's okay, just relax. Once we go in, I'll take the blame for it. I won't let Grandfather scold you," Tang Xia said, looking at Qin Yurong's pale and solemn face, her tone light and comforting, "If you keep tensing up like this, Grandfather will think you are reluctant to come here. It'll upset him more, so remember to smile. Keep smiling. Smiling is the best language. There's a saying, isn't it? You can't slap a smiling face."
Qin Yurong could only do as Tang Xia said, and she was right; smiling is the best language.
