At the main table.
Ye Maoshan looked at his disappointing young brat and pursed his lips. He turned to Ye Lan and whispered, "Was he so enthusiastic when I turned 60?"
He continued, "I remember he was half an hour late that day. He's more concerned about Nian Nian's birthday than anyone else!"
Hearing his sour tone, Ye Lan was caught between laughter and tears. "Dad, don't be jealous. It's not like you don't know his character. As long as he can marry Nian Nian, I'll burn incense and pray to Buddha in the temple!"
Initially upset, Ye Maoshan quickly returned to his senses. He smacked his lips and ridiculed her impolitely. "That's true. I can't ask for too much from a freeloader like him. As long as I can have a granddaughter-in-law, I'll wake up laughing every day."
He could not help but smile when he said this as if he was drinking at a wedding today.
