Sang Shilong and Song Wanru waved their hands repeatedly upon hearing this.
"No, no! Dad, we didn't mean that!"
"Yes! Dad! We really don't mean anything else! We just thought that today is your birthday, Dad, so we dressed festively to celebrate your birthday and make you proud."
"You made me proud?" Sang Weimin was happy. "Then I should thank you too?"
After hearing this, Sang Shilong and Song Wanru both blushed.
Although the two of them are still pretending to be calm, they are actually extremely panicked in their hearts.
They hadn't originally intended to dress up so formally. Before leaving, they saw Sang Changping and Fei Yuying saying in the family group that they would be late, and they thought they were going to dress up, so they hurriedly went about styling their looks.
But the moment they entered the door and saw Sang Changping and Fei Yuying, they already regretted it.
Sang Changping and Fei Yuying were dressed simply, and it was obvious that they had not dressed up seriously.
Not only that, Sang Jueqian also dressed simply.
Sang Weimin, the birthday boy, was also only wearing a Tang Dynasty jacket.
Such a comparison makes the two people seem more incompatible and like a joke.
But it has come to this, and they can only hold on.
Song Wanru took out an exquisite box and said, "Dad, I know you love tea, so Shilong and I spent 20,000 yuan to buy you a box of tea. You should try it later. I heard it's very good!"
The moment she said this, Song Wanru noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, and the looks from everyone looking at her seemed a little subtle.
Being looked at like this, Song Wanru felt confused.
Song Wanru rolled her eyes and quickly thought of a possibility. She looked at Fei Yuying and said, "Don't be surprised, sister-in-law. Although this tea is not cheap, as long as Dad is happy drinking it, your brother and I have no regrets."
Hearing Song Wanru's words, Sang Zhenzhen's face turned red. She hurried to Song Wanru and pulled her arm.
"Mom, stop talking!"
Song Wanru glanced at Sang Zhenzhen with a look of reproach, "Zhenzhen, why are you stopping me? I'm telling the truth. Your grandfather is the most important person in our family. As long as he's happy, your father and I don't care how much money we spend.
Although twenty thousand a box of tea is a bit expensive, your grandpa is worth it! This is a filial piety from your father and me!"
Seeing Song Wanru talking so freely, with every sentence revolving around "tea costing 20,000 yuan a box" and "filial piety", Sang Zhenzhen felt like her face was about to burn.
"Mom, could you please stop talking! Sang Jueqian just gave Grandpa two boxes of tea worth tens of millions. Could you please stop embarrassing yourself?"
Song Wanru, who had been smiling just now, froze her smile after hearing what Sang Zhenzhen said.
If you give duplicate gifts, whoever gets the cheaper gift will be embarrassed!
On top of that, she just kept showing off.
When Song Wanru thought of what she had just said, she wanted to rush out of the door.
Although it was extremely embarrassing, there was also a deep sense of resentment and jealousy.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of gunpowder was very strong. "Worth tens of millions? What kind of tea can be so expensive? You can't just make up the price yourself, right?"
Sang Mingan came over and said, "Mom, that's a treasured Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao. The last time it was picked was twenty years ago... It's truly priceless."
Song Wanru knew her own son well, and she also knew how deep Sang Mingan's research on tea was.
Since Sang Mingan said so, it means that this matter is true.
The more convinced she was that this was true, the more embarrassed Song Wanru felt.
Sang Weimin looked over at this time, "Isn't this a gift for me? Why are you holding it in your hand without giving it to me?
It doesn't matter whether it's expensive or cheap. The fact that you can give it to me is your heartfelt gift.
Everyone in this room is a blood relative.
I'm not telling you to love each other, but I still hope you remember that you are family. Even if there are some conflicts or frictions, don't turn your elbows outward, let alone put each other to death."
Sang Weimin's words were earnest and heartfelt, but also quite helpless.
As an old man, he certainly hopes that his family will be happy.
But he also knew that as people grow up, they inevitably have their own ideas.
He couldn't ask too much of them.
His only hope was that they would stop thinking about killing each other, that was enough.
Listening to Sang Weimin's words, Sang Jueqian felt a little disappointed.
The Sang family has such a small fortune, yet it has come to this point.
If Li Junyan's family really has a throne to inherit, how intense would the struggle between the brothers be?
I feel even more sorry for Li Junyan!
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