Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Qi Ming, "Who said you can't turn down a heartbroken person's requests? And who was the one insisting on ordering takeout as if they couldn't survive the night without it?"
Qi Ming's expression froze as he recalled half an hour ago when he was clamoring to order takeout, only to be flatly refused by Fu Jinghen, and then threw a tantrum...
He took the bone out of his mouth and threw it on the table, arguing with Fu Jinghen, "But that's not a reason for you, little uncle, to ignore family over a girl, favor girls over boys, and disregard my health."
Fu Jinghen's patience ran out, giving him an ultimatum, "Make more noise and you'll have to leave."
Qi Ming immediately replied, "Alright, I'll shut up."
Wen Qiao, watching the uncle and nephew bickering from the side, couldn't stop laughing. She leaned into Fu Jinghen's arms and whispered in his ear, "So this is how fierce you are with others who make trouble for you."
