"Are you saying that I'm a leech who has to depend on Father?" Zhou Yang snorted coldly.
He knew very well it was the truth, but he was not happy that his younger brother had to call him out in his face.
"Yang, Shan, let's sit down and talk. You should know my husband has a short temper, so please don't mind him." Liu Minglan noticed the atmosphere was getting awkward, so she spoke up to break the tension.
"Peng, take your parents to the living room. I've already prepared your mother's favorite tea," Liu Minglan said to Zhou Peng, who was engrossed in his game.
Zhou Yang snorted coldly. He puffed his chest and went to the living room.
"Why must you be so stubborn? Muqing and Duo Duo rarely visit us. If you frighten my dear granddaughter, you won't hear the end of this!" After Zhou Yang and his family walked away, Liu Minglan discreetly thumped her husband's shoulder.
Zhou Lie grunted indignantly, but he seemed less tense.
He was not going to argue with his elder brother when his son's family was around.
Zhou Yang scrunched his nose disdainfully when he stepped into the living room. "This place smells like it hasn't been washed for ten years. It reeks of poverty."
Zhou Peng did not show anyone any courtesy. He sat on the sofa and began to help himself to the fruit plate and the snacks.
Even though Zhou Ying did not like her uncle and his family, she stood up and greeted them out of basic courtesy. "Good morning, Uncle Yang, Auntie Shan."
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