"Sister Yang, don't mind Uncle and Auntie, they're always messing around like that." Ming Shaofeng looked disdainfully in the direction where Ming Mo and Ming Xin had left, displaying a mature demeanor uncharacteristic of his age.
"I won't bother." Yang Ruxin felt like laughing. These ancient kids all seemed quite precocious.
Ming Shaofeng laughed too, revealing a rare, innocent smile befitting a child.
The evening banquet ended in a harmonious and lively atmosphere.
"Why does it feel like Grandfather Tang seemed unhappy?" Back in the courtyard, Yang Ruxin finally inquired of Tang Wanqian, "If there's something wrong, let's talk it out and figure out a way together."
Tang Wanqian shook his head, "I'm just worried about Tang Kun."
"Worried?" Yu Qingge was immediately agitated, "You're still worried about him?"
