Ever since the incident a few years back with Qiao Mo, it seemed as if Fu Nancheng had been cursed.
His hair turned white with worry.
Unexpectedly, a few years later, he suddenly gained two great-grandchildren. How could he not be happy?
As for Aunt Fu Qingrou, she still wore a stern face, clearly harboring quite a grudge against Qiao Mo.
Fu Qingrou watched Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo respectfully toast the old man, then walked directly to another table, thoroughly ignoring them.
Immediately, Fu Qingrou's face turned a few shades greener: "Boy, stop right there!"
Fu Nancheng paused slightly in his steps, holding Qiao Mo, and turned around: "Aunt, is there something you need?"
"Do you even understand the meaning of respecting your elders and teachers? Do you even acknowledge me as your aunt!"
Qiao Mo remained silent, still somewhat fearful of Fu Qingrou, since she hadn't left her with a good impression in the past.
