"Su, dear, try some of these pastries," Old Mrs. An said with a smile, having a servant bring out tea and pastries at the An Family's old residence. "These are our chef's specialty. They're quite delicious."
"Thank you, Old Mrs. An." Su Qing smiled and nodded.
Old Mr. Gong snorted. "Alright, let's get down to business. We're in a hurry to get back."
'If it weren't for helping that boy, An Zhihan, I would never have set foot in the An Family's old residence, not even come near it.'
Hearing Old Mr. Gong's words, Old Mrs. An sighed. "Cousin, you've finally made it to Xiangcheng. Can't we have a proper family reunion? I've already had lunch prepared. Stay and eat with us."
"Heh, forget it," Old Mr. Gong said with a cold snort. "I have no desire to see that old bastard An Yiliang, and I certainly won't touch any food from your An Family."
