The old master patted the medicine chest he had just used.
"This medicine chest was provided by Yanhuo's family. It wouldn't be polite not to eat here, would it?"
"You should understand some social etiquette, don't always act as if you're above everyone else."
Just then, Song Chuoqiao chuckled.
"Grandpa, you're too good at teasing Hanzheng. Such an outstanding Hanzheng, and yet you've managed to make him lose face."
The old man said with a laugh, "In this household, I certainly won't pamper him. You should learn from me. Don't ever pamper him too much, lest he ends up bullying you."
Song Chuoqiao blushed.
"Grandpa, what are you saying? You make it sound like Hanzheng is some kind of terrible demon."
The grandfather and granddaughter got along harmoniously, chatting and laughing together.
Many people had already cast their glances over.
Fu Hanzheng's face was a picture of indescribable feelings.
He found a private room and led everyone there directly.
