He surveyed his surroundings with an imposing gaze, and when he saw Li Fagui, he was clearly taken aback, seemingly somewhat surprised by Li Fagui's appearance.

Time has etched deep marks on his face, but it still cannot conceal the unique temperament that he has gained through the trials of life.

Li Fagui looked at his father, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—awe, tension, and something else hard to describe.

For a moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Everyone's eyes were focused on the father and son staring at each other, as if they were waiting for something to happen. The whole scene was filled with a subtle and tense atmosphere, like the calm before a storm, making people feel uneasy.

"The land in Dongcheng... your brother..."

The old man had barely opened his mouth when Li Fagu forcefully interrupted him.

"Stop talking, let me tell you, even if the Emperor himself came, he wouldn't give it away for nothing."

Li Fagu's brows were furrowed, his attitude resolute, and his stingy demeanor was on full display, making the old man feel a pang of discomfort, as if something was stuck in his chest.

"Oh! Father-in-law, hello, hello! I've come to wish you a Happy New Year. Pear Blossom, come and greet your grandfather."

Ma Linghua's clear voice broke the deadlock.

Pear Blossom immediately understood, stood up nimbly, a playful smile on her face, and called out in a clear voice, "Grandpa, congratulations on getting rich! Give me a red envelope!"

She didn't seem embarrassed at all. In her view, you had to be proactive to get a red envelope, otherwise you had a problem with your thinking.

Her bright eyes were fixed on the old man, full of anticipation, and her hands unconsciously rubbed together, as if she could already see the red envelope beckoning to her.