Song Yuli stared wide-eyed at Nangong Yu in disbelief.

When did he become such a scoundrel?

Damn, where did the aloof and abstinent Nangong Yu go?

Seeing that Song Yuli was about to get anxious, Nangong Yu had no choice but to stop teasing her, and took her hand, walking happily into the living room.

Nangong Yu was somewhat surprised to see the elderly man with silver hair sitting on the sofa.

However, when Nangong Yu saw Nan Linxiao standing to the side, he instantly understood.

Actually, he was a little surprised when he first saw Nan Linxiao, but when he saw the old man, he understood everything.

Grandpa must have known that Ali was coming home for dinner today, so he coerced Nan Linxiao into bringing him here.

Thinking of this, Nangong Yu felt somewhat helpless.

"Grandpa, Dad."

Nan Yizhong and Nan Wenrun nodded solemnly, but their gazes kept sweeping over Song Yuli, their eyes filled with urgency.

Nangong Yu: "..."

With a helpless twitch of his lips, Nangong Yu took Song Yuli's hand and introduced her, "This is Grandpa, and this is Dad."

Although Song Yuli was a little shy upon hearing this, he greeted them generously: "Grandpa, Dad."

Because of shyness, Song Yuli's voice was not loud, but soft and gentle.

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Yizhong's face couldn't help but wrinkle up. He nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, good, good!"

Although Nan Wenrun didn't express it as obviously as Nan Yizhong, the serious look on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a gentle and satisfied expression.

"Nice to meet you, this is a red envelope for you."

As he spoke, Nan Wenrun took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Song Yuli.

Song Yuli subconsciously looked at Nangong Yu, and seeing him nod, Song Yuli reached out and accepted the gift: "Thank you, Dad."

The word "Dad" made Nan Wenrun's heart flutter with joy.

"Um."

Seeing this, Nan Yizhong snorted in dissatisfaction. As if in a competition, he took out a red envelope from his pocket that was even bigger than the one he had wrapped and handed it to Song Yuli: "Here, granddaughter-in-law, take this. This is a gift for you and my great-grandson."

Looking at Nan Yizhong's wrinkled face and silver hair, Song Yuli instinctively refused.

"No need, Grandpa, Dad has already given it to me."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yizhong's eyes widened, somewhat displeased, and he said forcefully, "What he gives is his, what I give is mine, take it!"

Seeing Song Yuli's troubled expression, Nangong Yu simply put his arm around her shoulder and said nonchalantly, "Go ahead and take it, Grandpa has money."

Song Yuli gave him a reproachful look.

Grandpa is old after all. Even if he has a lot of money, it's his. How can she take it?

Nan Yizhong nodded, his tone domineering: "The mistress is right, Grandpa has money, take it!"

After saying that, he forcefully shoved it into Song Yuli's hand.

At this moment, Song Yuli was completely stunned by Nan Yizhong's words about "mistress".

"The other woman?"

Song Yuli looked at Nangong Yu with suspicion.

Nangong Yu coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and avoided Song Yuli's gaze.

Nan Yizhong nodded: "That's A-Yu's nickname. Didn't he tell you?"

Song Yu nodded honestly.

Ignoring Nangong Yu's displeasure, Nan Yizhong cheerfully told her the origin of her nickname.