Song Xiaodong just swayed slightly and said nothing.
Li Jianguo turned around and glared at Li Fengrao.
Li Fengrao understood and pulled out a gift box of wine from under the table, stood up, and said to Song Xiaodong, "Mr. Song, about what happened last time, it was indeed our fault. We shouldn't have looked down on people, and we shouldn't have evaluated someone's social status by their income. We were really snobby. When I got home, my dad scolded me too. This time I brought you a bottle of aged Maotai as an apology. Please don't be angry, okay? We're relatives, after all, and we should get along well in the future!" Li Fengrao picked up the gift box to hand it to Song Xiaodong, but Song Xiaodong raised his head to stare at Li Fengrao without reaching out to take it.
"Oh, you're so thoughtful. This wine must be expensive! We're all family, no need to be so formal. I'll accept this wine for Xiaodong," Song Xiaoru said, taking the wine for Song Xiaodong.
