Qi Lei, feeling helpless, was just about to say something when Qi's father sternly remarked, "No matter how much money you have, you can't waste it. You need to save a bit. Don't forget, you have a son!"
Qi Qinghan immediately replied, "Fubao will be Yunxi's right-hand man in the future, so Grandpa, there's no need to worry. Fengyun Group will certainly nurture him."
Ruan's mother burst into laughter again, only to be hushed by Ruan's father, who whispered, "We're in a Western restaurant. Keep your voice down, don't laugh like you're in a market!"
Ruan's mother nodded, and once Ruan's father let go of her, she quickly said, "Baka yarou!"
Everyone: "..."
Ruan's mother glanced around, delighting in her plan: "This way, people will think I'm Japanese, so even if they laugh, they're laughing at the Japanese."
Qi Lei: "Mom, that phrase you just said..."
"I learned it from TV!" Ruan's mother said proudly, "On TV, that's how the little Japanese officials talk!"
Qi Lei: "..."
