"Let's have a good Mid-Autumn Festival this year,"the old man said.
You Xi sat in his wheelchair and looked up at his mother. His heart clenched a little when he saw her looking down and clenching her fists.
He still knew that his mother was very powerful. He was really worried that she might suddenly come up with some tricks.
You Xi sighed. In the past two days in the Xia household, every second felt like a year to him. He felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He did not understand it before, but now he finally did. It was a F * cking uncomfortable feeling.
The entire Xia family was focused on Yan qingsi. Looking at them, it was obvious that they were family.
However, you Xi did not think much of it, because he was not a member of the Xia family. There was no need for him to be envious.
It was perfectly normal for a person to want to give the Xia family to this biological grandson.
