Then, Zhou Cuilan sighed.
"It's all your dad's fault. He has such a big mouth. He had dinner with your third uncle yesterday and I don't know if he drank too much, but he actually blurted out that you were planning a celebration for the baby."
"Now the whole family is talking about it, and they've even been calling me to say they're coming to the feast! If you ask me, they just want to come and laugh at us!"
Hearing this, Lin Feng seemed unconcerned. He smiled and said, "It's fine, Mom. It's just a matter of setting up a few more tables."
Zhou Cuilan shook her head. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she swallowed her words.
