Han Zhiyun was straightforward, slapping Mo Qingze's shoulder with envy, jealousy, and admiration, saying, "Not only do you excel in academics, but you also have intelligent and competent children. Truly, the heavens show no fairness!"
Mo Qingze couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, hurriedly uttering a few modest words. However, if the smile on his face hadn't been so evident, it would have been more convincing.
Han Zhiyun wore an expression full of spite, but in his heart, he genuinely admired his good friend for having three wonderful children.
A small jar of pear wine, weighing around two jin, quickly finished off as it was passed around among three adults and three teenagers.
Han Zhiyun hadn't had enough to drink and looked at Mo Yan with a smile, "Lovely niece, do you have more of this wine at home? Next time, could you perhaps reserve some solely for your uncle?"