When Zeng Zhibin heard the old man's words, his expression darkened.
"Hehe…"
At this moment, Ceng Zhibing suddenly smiled.
"As Yaqing's boyfriend, he came to attend your seventieth birthday empty-handed and didn't even buy a gift? Old Master, do you think such a person is qualified to be your grandson-in-law?"
"Look at the clothes he's wearing. They are probably bought from a roadside stall, right? I'm afraid he can't afford a gift!" At this moment, Ceng Zhibing smiled again. However, his smile was filled with mockery.
Ceng Zhibing's words caused a stir, and the surrounding people immediately exclaimed, "That's right. This guy doesn't even have a gift?"
"Didn't he buy a gift?"
"He didn't even buy a gift to attend the old man's birthday banquet? Can he really not afford it?"
"Didn't he come in a Lamborghini? Did he rent this Lamborghini Poison?"
"In short, no matter what, it's wrong not to bring a gift!"
