It was a bright, sunny winter day—not cold, but definitely not warm either.
Ding Jiangchuan had apologized and now stood there awkwardly.
Leng Yuan paid him no mind.
So the awkwardness simply continued.
Leng Shuyue's expression was ugly as well.
She didn't think she had done anything wrong.
But her husband looked displeased, and the people around them were staring at her strangely.
Leng Shuyue thought they were all sick in the head.
Except for her husband.
She took a deep breath.
"Leng Yuan, I'm your paternal aunt. Would I ever try to harm you?"
"To attend your wedding banquet, your uncle and I specially took time off to come back. We even bought a pile of things. Is that not formal enough for you?"
"Is there anyone here who brought more gifts than I did?"
Leng Shuyue lifted her chin, a hint of pride in her expression.
Everyone was rendered speechless.
