But even when he said that, no one was willing to pay attention to him.
Mo Jiantao was stifled with anger, but he didn't seek out any more embarrassment for himself.
The tea set that Yu Siqiao presented to Grandpa Mo was custom-made by a renowned figure in the world of tea sets and had taken a long time to arrange.
Grandpa Mo's expression softened slightly when he received this gift, and he couldn't put it down.
For Qin An, it was a trendy new handbag, and for Qin Yuan, it was a two-year VIP card to a beauty salon.
The gift to Mo Jiantao was much cruder—Yu Siqiao simply handed over a card.
Yu Siqiao knew that Mo Shu and Mo Jiantao didn't get along, so he didn't directly call him "Dad." Instead, he said, "Lord Father-in-law, this is a little something from me."
Mo Jiantao glanced at it and snorted coldly, "Having such a smooth tongue, yet you can't even call me 'Dad'!"
Without further ado, he took the card. "A card? How much money's in it?"
