Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 2985: Choked by His Own Words

The audacious Le Family's young master actually has the gall to issue such bold demands.

"This... Guard Liang, we genuinely wish to..."

Steward Zhao intended to explain that they had brought gifts for City Lord Bai, along with apologies for Young City Lord Bai and Hong Tianxu.

In truth, their primary goal on this visit was to make amends with Young City Lord Bai and Hong Tianxu, while the couple served merely as an afterthought.

If not, why would the Family Head have sent the young master along with him?

However, Bai Liang refused to allow him any more words, swiftly turning around and stepping into the City Lord Residence, abandoning Steward Zhao right outside the entrance, as the guards there paid no heed to these intruders and kept their posts.

"This..."

Steward Zhao advanced, attempting to follow inside.

Yet the guard blocked his path into the City Lord Residence without delay.

"No loitering permitted outside the City Lord Residence—depart at once."

That icy tone sent a chill through Steward Zhao, prompting him to glance up at the guard.

Ultimately, he retreated several paces before pivoting away, his lips clenched in frustration, pondering the scolding the Family Head would unleash over this failed errand.

Still, he felt powerless; the young master remained holed up in the horse carriage, refusing to emerge, making anyone observe they held little significance to the City Lord Residence, so rejection was entirely expected.

"Young Master..."

He approached the horse carriage and had scarcely uttered the words when Young Master Le yanked back the curtain and poked his head out.

"So, how did it go? Are we allowed to drive the horse carriage inside? As I mentioned, the folks in the City Lord Residence cower before power—if I stand firm, what can they possibly do to me?"

With a smug gaze fixed on the City Lord Residence's gate, his grin showed no signs of fading.

"Come on, hurry up and let's confront that couple."

"Uh."

Steward Zhao nearly swallowed his tongue in shock.

He had never witnessed such brazen folly—booted out, yet still preening with shameless pride.

"What are you waiting for? Handle this quickly; I've got other business to see to," Young Master Le pressed on, pretending not to notice the sour look on Steward Zhao's face.

His siblings awaited his return—he couldn't afford to dally here.

"Young Master, the City Lord Residence instructed us to head to the large household."

Steward Zhao's lips parted for what seemed like ages before he managed to speak. Entering the City Lord Residence? That dream was shattered; they stood no chance of mingling with those inside.

"What was that?"

Young Master Le blinked in confusion, as though the words hadn't registered.

Moments later, realization dawned, flushing his cheeks crimson as he jabbed a finger toward the City Lord Residence and demanded of Steward Zhao.

"Did you not inform them that I came here in person?"

The residents of the City Lord Residence appeared excessively haughty; previously, when Young City Lord Bai encountered him, courtesy demanded respect and a brief exchange.

Now, they barred him from even crossing the threshold?

Never in his life had he endured such disgrace—had City Lord Bai lost his mind to oust him like this?

"Young Master, I did convey that, but they simply refused us entry," Steward Zhao replied with a sigh of resignation. Their young master had shown such disdain for the City Lord Residence; it would have been shocking if they'd welcomed him.

Besides, the young master's impulsive notion of rolling in with a horse carriage—where on earth would such luck come from?