Everyone is worried that if things continue to be so suffocating for a long time, he won't be able to bear it.
He walked downstairs to the courtyard and placed the notebook in front of Meng Ping.
Originally dizzy from drinking, Meng Ping suddenly stood up, looking at him puzzled. Xu Qigang didn't speak but focused his gaze on the notebook on the table.
Meng Ping lowered his head to look, and the familiar handwriting made him tremble uncontrollably.
"This... is this Ningning's handwriting?"
"You should call her 'sister-in-law.'" Xu Qigang corrected earnestly, "I'm your elder brother's friend, so of course you should call my wife 'sister-in-law' and refer to my children as 'nephew' or 'niece.'
The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind audible, as everyone watched Xu Qigang with worry.
