Xu Yingying returned home in the evening and saw the family happily together, which relieved her heart. Li Yifei once again showed off his skills, filling her in-laws with joy and laughter.
"Yingying, Yifei, this weekend is Old Lin's birthday; you should come with us," Xu Zhenguo said casually, his face flushed from not having drunk much.
"What?" Both Xu Yingying and Li Yifei exclaimed in surprise.
Xu Zhenguo jumped at the reaction, glared at them, and said, "What's the matter? Old Lin is Little Lin's father, and also my old combat comrade. It's only polite for you to show your face there."
Xu Yingying quickly responded, "Dad, I'm so busy with work, how can I find the time?"
"You're busy on weekdays, but what's there to be busy about on the weekend?" Xu Zhenguo waved his hand impatiently. "This time, everyone is bringing their families. If you don't go, it would be quite embarrassing for me."
