C397 Angry mother yue.

In the middle of the spacious living room, Mother Yue hugged the wooden monument in her arms tightly as she sat expressionlessly in the middle of the sofa with a calm face. As the light slowly dimmed, the pitch-black night climbed up to the sky bit by bit.

In the far corner of the living room, a few servants were pushing and shoving each other. They were pointing at each other with soft voices