The adults chuckled and laughed while Yao Jiping glared at her own stinker of a son; though she didn't give up her seat, the next round of mahjong was definitely on autopilot.
"I don't know what that aunt was thinking, actually having the nerve to suggest my brother become a factory manager for his son, just so he could find a wife easier. Might as well give them the house and car, too—it'd be even easier!"
After hanging around the mahjong table for quite a while, Xu Qingfan finally overheard the gossip he'd been waiting for.
[So that's what the mood was about during dinner. No wonder it felt so weird.]
He had thought such outrageous relatives only existed in online stories, yet here they were, right beside him in real life!
"Um..." Song Zhujun was about to speak up and smooth things over when she suddenly felt unwell and began to retch.
"What's wrong, are you feeling ill?"
"Did you catch a cold from the recent temperature drop?"
