Shi Yueshan was always smiling, but now she suddenly became so serious that Hong Shaoke shrank back in fear.

"I...I..."

Seeing her daughter being bullied, Nan Wenjing was not to be outdone. She shielded Hong Shaoke behind her and glared at Shi Yueshan and Song Yuli with displeasure.

"Second sister-in-law, what do you mean? You actually treated your own niece so harshly for the sake of an outsider."

Shi Yueshan laughed in exasperation: "Outsiders? Who's the outsider?"

Nan Wenjing pointed directly at Song Yuli: "Isn't that her?"

Before Shi Yueshan could say anything, Qi Peihua suddenly spoke up, her red lips curving slightly as she looked directly at Nan Wenjing: "So, according to you, your second sister-in-law and I are outsiders?"

Nan Wenjing was taken aback, then quickly denied it, "No, sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, that's not what I meant, I..."

"Wenjing!"

Nan Wenjing was interrupted by an unpleasant voice before she could finish speaking.

Nan Wenjing turned around and looked, then quickly stood up.

"Dad, eldest brother, second brother."

Qi Peihua, with Nan Luotong, and Shi Yueshan, with Song Yuli, also stood up.

"dad."

Nan Yizhong looked at Song Yuli, a rare smile appearing on his usually serious face: "Ali is here."

Song Yuli nodded and politely greeted, "Grandpa."

Standing next to Nan Yizhong, Nangong Yu strode directly to Song Yuli's side.

How are you?

Song Yuli shook his head: "I'm fine."

Nan Yizhong nodded upon seeing this and introduced Song Yuli to the people in the living room.

“Ali, this is your uncle.”

Looking at the middle-aged man who bore a resemblance to Nan Wenrun, Song Yuli obediently called out, "Uncle."

Nan Wenhan nodded indifferently, without any enthusiasm.

Seeing this, Qi Peihua pursed her lips and took out another red envelope from her side: "This is a gift from your uncle. Please accept it."

Song Yuli nodded: "Thank you, Uncle."

Upon seeing this, Nan Wenhan snorted coldly.

How petty!

Then he glared at Qi Peihua with hostility.

Why did she have to go to all that trouble to prepare the red envelope for him!

Nan Yizhong coughed heavily and glared at Nan Wenhan warningly.

Song Yuli pretended not to see their interaction, standing quietly beside Nangong Yu, neither humble nor arrogant.

Nan Yizhong nodded to himself, then pointed to the man with the gold-rimmed glasses and introduced him to Song Yuli: "This is your uncle."

Song Yuli nodded: "Uncle."

Hong Mingqiang pushed up his glasses, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He calmly took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Song Yuli: "Here you go. It's not much, just a small gift. Please accept it."

Looking at the red envelope in Hong Mingqiang's hand, Nan Wenjing's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

She had just pretended to be crazy and dodged it, but Hong Mingqiang took it out so naturally. Wasn't this a blatant slap in her face?

Song Yuli had obviously thought of this as well, so she smiled and generously accepted the gift: "Thank you, Uncle."

At this moment, He Chun, who had led Nangong Yu and Song Yuli in at the beginning, came over.

"Master, the food is ready, we can eat now."

Nan Yizhong nodded, his gaze sweeping around the living room before his brows furrowed slightly.

Where is Shaojing?

After listening, Nan Wenjing said something rather indifferent.