Ye Tian spoke without the slightest hint of impatience, as the people before him were Yan Weiwei's family, and also the in-laws he had come for.
Yan Weiwei also sat quietly to one side, listening. Gazing at her senior brother's handsome face, gentle and patient as he instructed, she found herself unwittingly mesmerized, a hint of infatuation in her glance.
Ye Tian found his junior sister's infatuated gaze flattering, and with someone he liked, he was even more accommodating.
Yan Weiwei's family, old and young alike, sometimes had crying babies who were hungry. The babies' mothers would sneak off to the side to breastfeed.
These ordinary people needed to sleep at night, as they had not yet truly become cultivators, and meals had to be eaten on time.