Meanwhile, pandemonium was occurring within the Bai Clan, Xi Shen and the others had been invited into Yang Su’s home for tea.
Upon entering, there wasn’t much to see, only ordinary furniture and a layout that had one or two simple paintings of landscapes or some abstract image on the walls.
The room was lit by the fireplace in the living room as well as the various lamps in several other places in the house.
“Honey, who is it at this time of the night?”
The voice of a woman called out from the living room.
“See for yourself.”
Yang Su’s father said as he moved out of the way to reveal Yang Su and the others.
Seeing her son, the middle-aged woman showed a surprised expression as she asked, “Su’er is that you?”
Yang Su’s father laughed heartily and said, “That’s my thought when I first saw him as well. These are his friends he brought from the Academy with him, if you lot don’t mind you can sit on that sofa there, I’ll make some tea.”