"No respect for elders, your kid is going to lose money today," Tang Shengyi cursed his own grandnephew like an old child.
Tang Qixiang's face darkened: "..."
Uncle sure has a vicious tongue, but today he wasn't going to play cards. He sat down only to help his wife shuffle a couple of hands.
He didn't need to step into the kitchen at noon, but he did have to take care of the kids. Today was his day to be a doting dad.
Sitting opposite, Tang Qiwen laughed at her big brother, "Who asked you to provoke Uncle Three?"
"Hey, I'm your big brother, and you're not even speaking up for me?"
"I side with reason, not with family."
"Alright, alright, everyone is so nobly principled; just me, a mundane villain, okay then?"
Hu Yutong, who had just finished nursing the baby, came over and patted Tang Qixiang, signaling him to get up and move, "Get your little son to sleep."
"Okay, honey, win big," Tang Qixiang said with a smile as he gently received the little son from his wife's hands.
