Yu Father returned home with his son and guests, and the sky was already dark. The children's mother had gone to bed.
Meng Qianqian quickly said, "Uncle Yu, we are also quite tired. Could we perhaps pay our respects to Aunt Yu in the morning instead?"
Yu Father was initially a bit hesitant. It was his son's first time bringing friends home—how could the mother of the household not come out to greet them properly?
Meng Qianqian's words helped him and his wife out of this awkward situation.
He couldn't help but sigh with emotion—his son had truly made an excellent friend during his travels.
"Well… well then, that's great. Lai Fu!"
"Master, you're back? Why so late?"
A young servant named Lai Fu hurried over with a broom in hand.
As soon as he saw Yu Zichuan standing beside Yu Father, he paused in a daze, then stammered in disbelief, "Oh my, this… this is… young master? The young master has grown this tall?"
