Aunt Erbing, Aunt Xiaofan, and the others who came along all directed their suspicious and certain glances at Su Yuguang, making him feel an overwhelming pressure he hadn't felt in a long time.
Aunt Erbing smirked, her disdainful and contemptuous look igniting a fiery rage within Su Yuguang.
Who would have thought Uncle Yu Guang would be such an uncle?
Not only the others, but even Su Qing's temples throbbed.
He had a vague feeling of having shot himself in the foot.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say it—he had misjudged the person.
A sense of being deceived and anger boiled within him.
Blinded by proximity, he had romanticized family ties in his past life and seen relatives through rose-colored glasses.
Now, faced with reality, they couldn't help but believe that human nature is selfish.
"No, we're not going anywhere. We're staying home."
Su Qing's cold, childlike voice dispersed like the wind among the crowd.
