cough....
After coughing for a while, Master Pei finally regained his voice:
"Little boy, what's your name?" he asked.
The little guy wasn't as shy around strangers anymore, and he answered Pei Ye's question directly:
"My name is Ye Shiyun, and my nickname is Tuanzi. Grandpa Pei and Grandpa Ye are good friends, so from now on you can call me Tuanzi."
If you're not close to someone, you can only call them by their full name.
The petty person understands this very clearly.
Tuanzi, Tuanzi, such an affectionate nickname should only be used by close friends and family.
Otherwise, Tuanzi wouldn't respond.
Ye-Shi-Yun!
Pei Ye repeated the three words in his mouth, then spoke again, asking:
"Then who are your parents?"
Master Pei didn't really recognize this little guy. It seems he didn't attend either of the previous banquets hosted by the Ye family or the Gu family. Not to mention Master Pei, even Ye Jiman didn't seem to have attended the previous birthday banquet hosted by Old Master Gu.
Therefore, Master Pei really didn't know the identity of the young grandson of the Gu family.
As for Tuanzi's other identity in the Ye family, only a few people know about it, since his mother hasn't even planned to acknowledge him back as a member of the Ye family yet.
Ye Jiman claimed that the child was his grand-nephew, which explains why it shocked those who were unaware of the situation.
The little one is never stingy in telling who his parents are:
"Grandpa Pei, my dad's name is Gao Dan, and my mom's name is Ye Wanying~"
Gao Dan, Gao Dan, wait, why does this name sound so familiar? I just can't quite remember it right now.
Inside the private room, there were three other people. Two of them were lying on the sofas on either side, snoring away. The table and the floor were littered with empty or half-empty bottles of liquor. The scene in the private room could only be described as grotesque.
Another person is currently vomiting loudly in the bathroom of the private room.
It's clear how much alcohol these people had consumed beforehand.
The little man frowned as he looked at it, and covered his nose with his paws: It stinks, it smells like alcohol.
The little guy felt that his head, which had been perfectly clear just a moment ago, was now feeling a bit dizzy.
Ye Jiman bypassed the one outside and went straight inside, kicking it with his foot:
"Wake up, wake up, Lao Wei!"
On the sofa, the man slowly opened his eyes, looked carefully before recognizing the person standing beside him, and suddenly sat up. His usually sleek hair was now completely out of shape, exploding in all directions.
"Hey Lao Ye, are you out of your mind? Why are you kicking me?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his throbbing head with his hand.
"Where's the ticket?"
Old Wei was clearly still not fully sober:
"What receipt? Old Ye, you don't mean you still want the receipt for last night's expenses, do you?"
Depend on.
I don't need your invoice!
"Hurry up and give me a few tickets to Li Zhao's concert, I need them urgently."
One of Lao Wei's companies specializes in handling these kinds of things. It just so happens that Lao Wei's company took over the tour for Li Chao in mainland China. Otherwise, how could Ye Jiman have promised four tickets so casually?
Old Wei's head throbbed even more:
"It's just a few tickets, why can't we give them out anytime? Why now of all times?"
I have a headache.
If I had continued to sleep, I wouldn't have felt the pain anymore. But then Ye Jiman kicked me awake.
Old Wei's tone was clearly hostile; if it weren't for their years of friendship, he would have truly turned his back on him by now.
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