It was always Ji Huan who notified them of the family banquet.
Su Fanxing had become numb to it; she didn't quite understand just how large the Lin family was that they constantly held family banquets.
Lifting her eyelids, she noticed that Lin Tianyu's expression was somewhat off.
Lin Tianyu loathed these family banquets.
But isn't that strange?
"Why does the Lin family have so many family banquets?" Su Fanxing asked, looking directly at him.
Didn't she find the words "family banquet" extremely ironic?
Who else's family banquets were like this?
Lin Tianyu's fingers curled and fell, his fingertips rubbing against the cuff of his sleeve, his voice somewhat cold, "It's a gathering of the elders every month."
Every month?
Su Fanxing almost bit her tongue.
But on second thought, it had been only a few days since the New Year had passed. "Wasn't it just the New Year?" she wondered.
