Luo Jiaxing's face flushed red, but he suppressed his anger and forced a smile, saying, "Mr. Liu, what you said is serious. I just think it's good for us to get together and strengthen our family ties. It's not as utilitarian as you say."

Then he added, "First uncle, second uncle, third uncle, this is fifth uncle's godson, Mr. Liu, so he can be considered your nephew."

Nephew? Liu Zhaosheng sneered. He had to be related to the Luo family because of blood ties, but he was reluctant to let his precious godson be related to the Luo family. So he said, "He is not your nephew. Even if I were, I have nothing to do with you. Your surname is Luo, and mine is Liu. I don't owe you anything. Luo Jiaxing, I told you last time that I have helped you. From now on, just pretend you don't know me. It seems you don't take my words to heart. And you, you haven't been in touch for so many years. Why do you suddenly think of me now? What were you doing before?"

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the gray-haired old man quickly tried to smooth things over: "Old Fifth, we're all family, so let's talk it out. We came here to really get closer to you. I'm your eldest brother, 70 years old this year, and I don't have many years left to live. We all had our share of difficulties back then, but it's been so many years, so let's not talk about it anymore. It's so nice for us to be a harmonious family."

A middle-aged woman from the Luo family quickly smiled flatteringly, "Fifth Uncle, not only your brothers, but also your nephews, nieces, and grandnieces miss you very much, especially during the New Year. Everyone mentioned you and came to see you together. My father-in-law is your second brother. He has never come so far, but he said it was all worth it just to see you."

It sounds better when spoken than when sung.