"Uncle, why are you wronging me like this when everything was fine?"
Yan Jingting, unhurried, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for Chu Zhiyi.
Chu Zhiyi didn't understand the meaning behind their words at first, and just watched the drama unfold as she picked up the teacup to drink.
"Tingting, did you make things difficult for your uncle again?" Old Mr. Yan asked before anyone else.
Yan Qilan, while coughing, found a spot to sit down energetically and spoke with feigned weakness, "Isn't that so, Dad? Do you know how hard it is to work in Europe? Tingting has dumped all the work there on me, and your only son almost died from exhaustion at his post."
Old Madam Yan's gaze swept over her younger son's still quite rosy cheeks, then turned suspiciously towards Yan Jingting.