"Little Yi, you're here?" Liu Zhengbiao said with a smile, "Come, take a seat."
"Where would I sit?" Liu Dajun stood up weirdly, his mouth curling into a strange smile.
"Exactly!" Liu Yihan grinned, "There's no space left here."
The large dining table was indeed fully occupied. As everyone had gathered—big and small—they would rather let a three-year-old child occupy a seat than free one up for Guo Yi. And yet, Elder Liu had not said a word. Clearly, the family's authority was firmly in the hands of Liu Wenyun and Liu Qingyun, both of whom had always looked down upon Guo Yi.
"Oh, it's Little Yi?" A plump woman spoke up, her complexion sallow as if she was ill. This was Liu Wenyun's wife, Guo Yi's aunt by marriage. She sneered, "We haven't seen you in years, and look at you... becoming more and more of a loser, huh?"
