Her father, Qin Yan, remained silent, his brows furrowed.
Qin Hao and Luo Hongying sat together, constantly rolling their eyes at Chen Yang, their eyes full of disgust.
"Useless! We're inviting Young Master Zhang over for dinner today, why are you joining in the fun?!"
Chen Yang held Xiao Huan in his arms:
"I'm here to pick up my daughter. Who wants to eat your meal?"
Luo Hongying immediately slammed the table: "What do you mean by your daughter? You better understand, her last name is Qin..."
“That’s enough!”
Bang!
Qin Jianchuan suddenly slammed the table again and looked at the family angrily:
"Look at you guys, you started arguing outside and then inside, and you're still arguing now!"
"We're all family, why are you acting like enemies?"
Although he tried his best to persuade.
But the rift between this so-called family is already wider than the Pacific Ocean, and there is no way it can be repaired...
Seeing the atmosphere at the dinner party suddenly turn cold, the only outsider, Zhang Yunjie, suddenly smiled and took out two beautifully packaged boxes from behind him.
"Old man, it's our first meeting. I brought you two bottles of good wine. Please try them."
"These two bottles are fifty-year-old Moutai. I don't know if you're used to drinking them..."
As he spoke, Zhang Yunjie took the initiative to open the package and enthusiastically poured wine for the old man.
As soon as a bottle of Moutai is opened, the rich aroma of the wine instantly fills the whole house.
Luo Hongying sneered:
"Chen Yang, look at Master Zhang. He just bought two bottles of old Maotai, which are worth at least hundreds of thousands of yuan. What about you?"
"We're both here at the old man's house, but you show up empty-handed. How can you be so ashamed?!"
Qin Hao was casually holding a cigarette in his mouth, blowing smoke rings and looking at Chen Yang:
"What can he afford? If he buys it, it will only bring shame!"
"What you can afford and whether you buy it or not are two different concepts. Even if he brought two bags of fruit, it was a thoughtful gesture, but look at him..." Luo Hongying kept pouting, thinking that Chen Yang was extremely embarrassing.
Qin Yan on the side also frowned and shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.
However.
Chen Yang waited until they finished laughing, and after Zhang Yunjie poured the old man a full glass of Moutai, he suddenly spoke:
"Who said I didn't bring anything?"
Bang!
He placed a small white bottle on the table.
The small white bottle was extremely worn out, and the bottle cap was covered with patina, which surprised Luo Hongying and others.
"What the hell is this?"
"Chen Yang, what are you doing?" Everyone was confused.
Chen Yang shook his head slightly, with a hint of deep helplessness and disappointment in his eyes.
"This is the medicine I brought for the old man."
"Don't you, a bunch of filial sons, know about the old man's thrombosis?"
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