After the earlier commotion, the atmosphere in the courtyard became somewhat strange.
Occasionally, glances swept toward where I stood, carrying a hint of hostility and jealousy.
"Brother-in-law, are you just going to let this slide?" Andrew Jones stood on my left side, dissatisfied, "Those two guys are simply too despicable! To use such shameless tricks."
I smiled, "Don't worry, they'll be in for a surprise soon enough."
Andrew Jones was taken aback and was about to ask further when he saw a group of people coming out of the house.
At the center of the group was an elderly man surrounded by others. His hair was grizzled, face emaciated, his physique somewhat thin, bent, slowly walking with the help of a cane.
Without a doubt, this person was Old Master Jones.
Instantly, the courtyard was in an uproar, and everyone gathered around, vying to congratulate the old master and present birthday gifts.
