Zhou Mengqin finished speaking and also left the table, taking Little Shuangshuang upstairs.
Yin Shaohui held his little grandson, following behind.
Thus, only Yin Shiqing's family was left at the dining table.
Guo Tong's eyes were filled with tears, sitting there visibly dejected.
"As you can see, even though I'm his elder brother, my status in this family is far inferior to your little uncle's..."
Yin Shiqing spoke with a gaze as deep as the night, carrying a hint of anger.
"Yin Shixiu disagrees, you can certainly get married, but after that, at family gatherings and during festivals, don't come here."
"Dad..."
"I know my younger brother, the grievances and humiliation Guo Tong suffered today will repeat again and again."
Guo Tong bit her lip tightly, clenching her fists.
"If you don't want this, just lower yourself and cheer up your little uncle!"
Yin Bowen's eyes were calm, he could hear the unwillingness and helplessness in Yin Shiqing's words.
