The butler hurried to open the door.
In no time, five or six people all poured into the living room at once.
As soon as they entered, a middle-aged man was the first to ask, "Dad, where's Mr. Chen?"
Qin Huai frowned and stood up, scanning the incoming people—his dad, second uncle, second aunt, big aunt, and his big aunt's daughter...
Qin Huai silently picked up his coat and put it over his shoulders; it seemed he wouldn't need dinner here. He could leave now.
Old Mr. Qin snapped angrily, "He's gone."
Qin Huai's second aunt complained upon hearing this, "How come he's gone, Dad? Why didn't you keep Mr. Chen here a while longer, let him have dinner at our house..."
Old Mr. Qin slammed the chessboard, "It's New Year's, what exactly did you all come here for?"
Qin Huai's second uncle gave his wife a nudge, "Dad, Mom, we just wanted to come and see the two of you..."
Old Mr. Qin's face was stern, "Who told you Kang Chen came to visit the house?"
