"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, bro, sis-in-law, take care on the road."
The Maserati Quattroporte started up.
Under the eyes of the Hong family, it drove toward the exit of the underground parking lot.
Jiang Huazi restrained her smile and looked at her still-waving son, "Did you drink too much?"
"No!"
Hong Xiaoyu shook his head and immediately denied it, full of confidence, "I can drink half a glass more."
"What did you just shout?"
"Sis-in-law."
Hmm.
No exaggeration there.
Answered fluently, very clear-headed.
"Your uncle left long ago, shouting here randomly, aren't you afraid your scheming Sister Fang Qing will bear a grudge against you?"
"She won't."
Hong Xiaoyu said confidently, without fear.
"In acting, you have to play the full set. Xiaoyu did nothing wrong."
Hong Ou stepped out to support his son.
Jiang Huazi was both amused and displeased, "As long as you know it's acting. After tonight, forget everything that happened today, no one's allowed to bring it up."
