Sang Liangjie wore a beige long coat, unbuttoned, revealing a black suit underneath. He was elegant and handsome, resembling his father, Sang Huaiyuan, but also somewhat like Sun Qiuyun. He perfectly combined the best features of his parents and stood out in the crowd.

"Liangjie...over here!" The old lady was extremely excited, jumping up like a child and waving her hand incessantly.

Sang Liangjie saw his family and waved from afar. He quickened his pace and soon arrived in front of them. Looking at his cousin up close, he felt that he was even more handsome, but he was indeed much thinner than in the photos, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious.

"You've lost weight... You must not be eating or sleeping properly. Just like your father, you don't care about anything when you're working!" The old lady was heartbroken.

Sang Liangjie smiled, looked at Gu Nianci and Ye Mingcheng, and called out, "Grandma, Uncle."

"Sigh...he's already so tall...come home and have dinner..." Gu Nianci kept wiping away tears, feeling deeply moved.

Sang Liangjie smiled at Ye Qingqing again, "Qingqing is even prettier than in the photos. I finally have a little sister."

As he spoke, he reached out and shook hands firmly with Ye Qingqing, showing no awkwardness whatsoever as if they were meeting for the first time. But as soon as their hands touched, Ye Qingqing felt as if she were holding a lump of ice, her hand freezing.

Ye Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Cousin, are you cold?"

"No, it's very hot on the plane, not cold at all," Sang Liangjie said with a smile.

Ye Qingqing looked at him suspiciously and said bluntly, "But your hands are almost frozen. Could it be that you're not wearing enough clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Qiuyun reached out to touch it, and cried out in pain from the cold, "Oh dear... you're as cold as an ice cube! You're such a fashionista, you'd rather be dressed warmly than warmly. I bought you these thick clothes, but you won't wear them. What if you catch a cold..."

Then comes the nagging, just like mothers all over the world, who can talk about a small thing for an hour.

Then it was the old lady and Gu Nianci again. Three women make a drama, and three worrying old women make it even more dramatic. Even after they got into the car, they were still talking, one after another, without any pause.

Sang Liangjie initially smiled helplessly, but later his expression became increasingly gloomy, his brows furrowed, giving the impression that a storm was brewing. However, the old lady and the others did not notice and continued to grumble, shifting the topic from clothes to girlfriends, urging Sang Liangjie to find one.

Ye Qingqing was perceptive and quickly noticed that Sang Liangjie was getting impatient. This was the first time she had met this cousin, and they were not familiar with each other at all. She had heard the old lady talk about him a few times before. In the old lady's words, Sang Liangjie was as gentle as his father, Sang Huaiyuan, and rarely lost his temper.

But now Ye Qingqing sensed that Sang Liangjie's temper was not gentle. He was trying his best to suppress something, but he hid it well, and no one else noticed.

Ye Qingqing thought that the old lady was exaggerating her grandson's qualities. In her grandmother's eyes, her grandson must be perfect. Perhaps Sang Liangjie was not gentle in nature and the old lady was exaggerating.

So Ye Qingqing didn't think too much about it. If three women were nagging in her ear, she would be annoyed too. It was normal for Sang Liangjie to be like this.

“Liangjie, you’re already twenty-five. You’re not young anymore. Your dad was twenty-five when you were born…” Gu Nianci nagged.

Sang Liangjie's expression changed, a cold glint appearing in his eyes. He suddenly turned his head and shouted at Gu Nianci, "How annoying! Mind your own business!"

The sound was extremely loud and full of hostility. Everyone was stunned by the roar and looked at Sang Liangjie in disbelief.