"You child, show some respect to your grandparents."
Li Zhaodi looked at Gu Xiaoqing with affection. This was the smartest child and the most promising of her daughter's children, so Li Zhaodi always believed that this child was Li Xuemei's lucky star.
Behind them, Li Jianguo and Han Qi came in. Han Qi was noticeably plumper, holding a baby only seven or eight months old. The child was crying while Han Qi looked displeased, like someone owed her millions.
She didn't even speak, just sat down on a sofa on the other side with the baby, and nonchalantly began breastfeeding.
This made Li Jianhui and Wu Fengying a bit uncomfortable. Li Jianhui had to turn and help Wu Fengying to sit beside Li Zhaodi, looking carefully, and neither of them offered seats to Li Weimin or Li Weiqiang, the four elders.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Gu Xiaoqing observed, thinking there must be something going on here.
She rose to greet Li Weimin, Li Weiqiang, and the two aunts.
