The reprimands that were about to be delivered turned into doubts.
"Where did you sleep last night?" Tong Laoda asked with an unfriendly expression, then turned to look at his precious daughter's bedroom.
Yan Bo glanced at his future father-in-law's face, which was as black as ink, and immediately guessed what was going on. He pointed to his own hand and said, "I live in the last guest room in the corridor."
After saying that, he bowed slightly to Tong Laoda and Tong Ma and said apologetically, "Uncle Tong and Aunt Tong, I'm so sorry. It was too late last night, so I stayed overnight without your permission. I'm sorry!"
Before Tong Laoda could speak, Tong's mother walked over and patted Yan Bo on the shoulder, "Xiao Yan, what nonsense are you talking about? We're all family. You can come and stay whenever you want. Didn't Xiao Huai tell you that the last room in the corridor will be your bedroom from now on? Even if you sleep here every day, we won't have any objections. There are too few people in the family. It would be more lively if you came over."
Tong's mother's words forced Tong Laoda to swallow back the blame and questions that were about to come out of his mouth.
Although he had always opposed turning that room into Yanbo's bedroom, he was always afraid of his wife, and since Aunt Tong had said so, how could he have any room to object?
Tong Laoda was furious, but he couldn't vent his anger in front of his wife. He glared at Yan Bo and walked past him into the living room.
Yanbo followed Tong's mother into the living room, squatted down to the side, took out two small gift boxes, walked up to Tong's eldest son and Tong's mother, and respectfully handed over the gift boxes.
"Uncle Tong and Aunt Tong, this is a small gift I brought for you."
Tong Laoda turned his face away, pretending not to see.
Tong's mother reached out and took the box, then lifted her foot and lightly kicked Tong the eldest.
Tong Laoda reluctantly accepted the box, not even bothering to say thank you.
Tong's mother had already opened the box. Inside the small box was a black and white landscape silk scarf. Tong's mother's clothes were mostly warm colors, so the cool-colored silk scarf matched quite well.
Therefore, as soon as Tong's mother saw this style, she liked it. "Ah, it's a very beautiful silk scarf. I like it very much. Thank you, Xiao Yan."
She took out the silk scarf with a delighted expression, but when her fingers touched its smooth texture, she paused for a moment, "Xiao Yan, this silk scarf must be expensive, right?"
The texture is clearly made of the finest silk. And the paintings on the scarf are exquisite and works of art. Calling it a scarf is an understatement; it's more accurate to call it a work of art.
Yan Bo smiled and shook his head, "Aunt Tong, the price of the scarf is within my budget, it's not expensive."
Tong Ma never cared how much Yanbo was worth.
Because even if their daughter squandered ten lifetimes, she couldn't squander all of the Tong family's wealth.
Therefore, Tong's mother always thought that Yanbo was just a businessman with good economic conditions and someone in his family was involved in politics, nothing more.
Hearing him say such things so casually, many questions arose in my mind, but I was too embarrassed to ask them in front of Yan Bo.
"Thank you, Aunt Tong!"
If she wasn't mistaken, this scarf wasn't something money could buy.
Shocked by the origin and price of the gift, Aunt Tong couldn't help but wonder what the gift Yan Bo had given to Boss Tong was.
Although Boss Tong is extremely wealthy, he doesn't have high demands for material things. You could say he's just an ordinary person who doesn't have any special requirements for luxury goods and would never deliberately buy any luxury goods just to show off.
Therefore, even when Tong's mother picked out gifts for him, she mostly chose practical daily necessities.
The box in his hand seemed larger than the one in hers, and it looked quite substantial as he held it.
"What did Xiao Yan give you? Open it and see."
Tong Laoda originally planned to just toss the box aside when no one was watching.
Hmph, Tong Yunxiang's precious daughter isn't someone you can just take away with a random gift.
"I'll look at it later, I want to read the newspaper..." Old Master Tong said, making excuses.
Yan Bo seemed to have read his mind, and with Aunt Tong's encouragement, he smiled and said, "Uncle Tong, take a look inside now. I still have quite a few items inside, but if you don't like them, I'll give you something else next time."
Aunt Tong chimed in, "Hurry up and open it! Don't you know how to cherish Xiao Yan's thoughtful gesture?"
Tong Laoda had no choice but to examine the box from top to bottom a few times, ultimately losing the desire to open it. So, he placed the box on his mother's lap, saying, "You can open it..."
Aunt Tong rolled her eyes at him, then looked up at Yan Bo and smiled apologetically, "Xiao Yan, don't mind your Uncle Tong. He's getting older and more like a child."
Tong Laoda didn't care what titles his aunt gave him; anyway, he just didn't want that kid to succeed!
Yan Bo smiled and said, "Aunt Tong, my dad is about the same age as Uncle Tong, and they have similar tempers, so I'm used to it."
Tong Laoda, who had been reaching for the newspaper, couldn't help but turn around and glare at Yan Bo.
What does it mean to get used to something?
If you want to kidnap my precious daughter, shouldn't you suffer my bad temper and see my ugly face?
Yan Bo smiled and accepted his glare, but blinked his bright eyes, showing no sign of backing down.
Tong Laoda knew he had met a formidable opponent, but he couldn't confront this opponent head-on because both the older and younger women in his family were on his side!
Thinking of this, Tong Laoda became inexplicably depressed. After unfolding the newspaper, he didn't read a single word.
"Wow, Xiao Yan, you're amazing! You actually found this comic book set! This is the comic book set your Uncle Tong wanted the most!"
Tong's mother's exclamation startled Tong the eldest. He forgot his previous composure and the airs he was supposed to maintain. He threw the newspaper aside, moved closer to Tong's mother, and his gaze fell eagerly on the opened box.
Inside the box were many comic books neatly stacked, and the covers of these comic books were the very set of exquisite books he had been dreaming of and had searched for a long time without success.
"Is it a fake?" Boss Tong really hoped that this comic book set was genuine, but his mouth had already gotten used to making Yan Bo feel uncomfortable.
Yan Bo didn't argue, but just smiled as he watched Tong Laoda take the box and place it on the coffee table, then carefully take out the comic books one by one.
He would flip through each book he picked up and touch it a few times, as if these books were rare treasures.
"So, it's fake, isn't it?"
From Tong Laoda's reaction, Tong's mother already knew whether it was true or not. However, she was very dissatisfied with Tong Laoda's temper towards Yan Bo earlier, so she asked Tong Laoda a somewhat sarcastic question.
Tong Laoda took out the comic books one by one, completely absorbed in them, gently turning the pages and stroking them, occasionally letting out exclamations of amazement.
Hearing Tong Ma's question, he replied without even looking up, "Really! Absolutely true!"
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