The atmosphere in the living room was a bit stagnant; everyone was watching the two of them chat, and Meng Ping wished he could go up and strangle Xu Mo. This idiot, he brought him here not to steal his spotlight, truly lacking discretion.
Ningning was busy chatting with him, not sparing Meng Ping a glance.
Su Hai was still standing at the door! Although the Northern weather was cold, he wasn't wearing much, and standing at the door observing the situation inside didn't make him feel cold; instead, he silently mocked Meng Ping.
Meng Ping picked up an orange from the table and threw it, what's so funny, you dead fox?
Su Hai easily dodged it, the orange brushed his sleeve and flew past, rolling into the snow on the steps. Even though his cheeky nephew threw an orange at him, he didn't get angry but instead smiled meaningfully at Meng Ping.
At this moment, Sun Gan also came out carrying a huge suitcase, waiting at the steps below.
