When Anning entered the room, Xiao Yuan was just pouring hot tea for Yang Laoer.
"Old Yang, just say what you have on your mind."
Pei Laoshi sat opposite Yang Laoer, speaking in a somewhat deep voice, and sneezed while talking: "We're not outsiders here, nothing can't be said."
Anning smiled as she walked over: "Dad, I've told you not to be stubborn, but you didn't listen. Now look, you've caught a cold. Hurry up and drink the medicine and go lie down on the bed, maybe you'll be better by tomorrow."
After speaking to Pei Laoshi, Anning pretended to just notice Yang Laoer: "Uncle Yang, why did you come by? You didn't even say anything when you arrived quietly, I didn't know at all. Since you're here, stay and have dinner at home, I'll have my mother cook a couple of dishes, and let my brother-in-law and Xiao Yuan drink with you."
Yang Laoer quickly said: "No, no, don't bother, I just came to ask something."
Anning laughed: "What is it?"
