Gong Qiang looked at the two tables full of people and then at the dishes on the table; he felt quite pleased.
As the eldest, after the death of his parents, naturally considering himself the head, Gong Qiang unapologetically picked up his wine glass.
"Today is the first Spring Festival since mom passed away. The fact that we brothers can sit here and eat together, dad and mom would surely be happy."
Whether it was being too deep into the moment, or if recent days had affected him too much, Gong Qiang couldn't help but shed a few tears.
From where she sat, Renee could see Gong Qiang's tears, which startled her quite a bit.
To cry even when having a New Year's Eve dinner chat, isn't that a bit too emotional?
Gong Ruzhi didn't care how emotional Gong Qiang got; he only knew one thing, "Can we eat now?" His stomach was really hungry.
