As the New Year drew closer, the Pei Family's atmosphere grew thicker, with the home adorned in joyous festivity, continuing from the corridor to the main entrance, where pots of ornamental tangerines sat, their radiant yellowness becoming one of Pei Yiting's pastimes—absentmindedly picking a couple whenever he had nothing to do.
Song Weiyi and Pei Yibai had moved back, and he wouldn't return home until late. The recent Pei Yibai was treated as if he were three people, almost wishing he could clone himself.
Compared to Pei Yibai, Song Weiyi didn't seem to have it any easier either.
New Year's Eve just happened to be Pei Yiting's birthday, and Song Weiyi's relationship with this younger uncle wasn't bad.
As the young master of the Pei Family, Pei Yiting was well taken care of in every aspect, and the gifts from Song Weiyi were certainly ordinary.
Compared to simple gifts, Song Weiyi rather preferred to put in the effort and make something by hand for Pei Yiting.
