"Let bygones be bygones! Forget it!" Mr. Hou reluctantly forgave Zhang Changjiu. Seeing that Mr. Hou's attitude was relaxed, Zhang Changjiu heaved a long sigh of relief. Zhang Changjiu was a little smug as he said, "Brother-in-law, you don't know how much effort I spent to help you get this bottle of good wine. The people from the Hou family's inner clan are all more unscrupulous than the other. It's impossible for them to be willing to buy you such a good gift!" A voice suddenly came from outside, "I want to see who's spouting nonsense here. It's just a bottle of wine, but they actually dare to slander our Hou family's inner clan!" The person who spoke was none other than Hou Cheng, who strode in with his grandfather, Hou Gui, his father, Hou Qiang, and his mother, Gu Yao. Behind them, there were more than ten Ye family members. They came here today with only one goal, and that was to cozy up to Jian Xing'er.