Jiang Yiyu didn't move. Jiang Yuan also walked out of the living room. When he saw Jiang Yiyu, he frowned and snorted coldly: "You still remember to come back."
Song Shengsheng felt the muscles in Jiang Yiyu's arms tense, clearly trying hard to suppress his anger. She squeezed his hand and said to Jiang Yuan with a smile, "Uncle Jiang is such a forgetful person. Didn't you send someone to invite us back?"
"If I don't invite you, you won't come back?"
Jiang Yiyu pulled Song Shengsheng and turned to leave, but as soon as they opened the door, the bodyguards waiting outside blocked their way.
Jiang Yuandao said, "Today is your brother's sixteenth birthday. Now that you've entered this door, you should honestly give me this meal."
"Sixteen years old?" Jiang Yiyu chuckled. He broke free from Song Shengsheng's tight grip on his hand, rushed forward, and punched Jiang Yuan in the face. Before he could dodge, Jiang Yuan hit him back mercilessly. Accompanied by Zhao Rong's screams, Song Shengsheng hurried over and hugged Jiang Yiyu.
Jiang Yiyu pointed at Jiang Yuan and yelled, "Why is his sixteenth birthday worth celebrating? Jiang Yuan, who are you trying to disgust?"
Jiang Yuan tugged at his clothes, took the glasses Zhao Rong had picked up for him, and put them on. "I just hope our family can get along harmoniously. Is that so difficult? I thought you'd settle down after getting married, but I didn't expect you to be so naughty and disgraceful!"
Jiang Yi Yu sneered twice and pretended to rush over to hit Jiang Yuan again: "Family? Who is your family?" He cursed loudly. In a panic, Song Shengsheng looked up and saw Jiang Yicheng standing on the stairs with an air of indifference, watching the fun with an expressionless face.
She suddenly calmed down, twisted Jiang Yiyu's shoulders, took him back a few steps, and whispered in his ear, "Stop making trouble and be obedient."
Jiang Yiyu looked at her with red eyes: "How can you ask me to calm down?"
Song Shengsheng stood on tiptoe, pressed his head and let him lean on her shoulder: "Jiang Jia, do you still want it?"
Jiang Yi Yu was stunned. He stood up and looked at her with a puzzled frown. After a moment, he followed Song Shengsheng's gaze towards the stairs, and saw Jiang Yicheng looking at him calmly, smiling, and then slowly walked down the stairs.
Looking at Zhao Rong again, the panic expression was gone. Among all the people present, only Jiang Yiyu and Jiang Yuan were still furious.
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