"Come, come, little friend Jinlin, have a taste of our Worry-Free City's Worry-Free Tea..."
In the Ye Family's main hall, Ye Qingrou's father picked up the freshly brewed tea, preparing to pour Jinlin a cup himself.
"You're too courteous, Senior. I can do it myself..."
Seeing this, Jinlin rose in flattered alarm, hurriedly pressed down the other man's hand, and took the teapot.
"Little friend, I'm very happy that you've come to the Ye Family as a guest, but I'm not very fond of how you address me..."
"How about this? If you don't mind, you can call me Father-in-law—ah, no, Uncle."
Seeing this, Ye Qingrou's father looked at Jinlin with even greater satisfaction before speaking with a smile.
"Uh, alright. Then this junior will boldly call you Uncle Ye..." Jinlin froze for a moment before agreeing.
Meanwhile, as Jinlin and Ye Qingrou's father chatted, Mo Shang and the other three happily dug into the gossip.
"See? I knew there'd be gossip to eat..."
Mo Shang's gaze shifted back and forth between the pair's expressions while he held a spirit melon in his hands, eating it with great delight.
Judging from Ye Qingrou's father's current behavior, he was clearly treating Jinlin as his future son-in-law...
"Mhm, mhm, Brother Mo Shang is amazing." Jiang Shuyu smiled and chimed in.
"That's true." Chen Tian nodded as well, sizing up the two with interest.
"Same..." Ye Qingrou spoke up too.
However, as soon as Ye Qingrou finished speaking, Mo Shang, Chen Tian, and Jiang Shuyu all turned to look at her in unison, their expressions utterly strange.
The atmosphere froze for quite a while. Their stares made Ye Qingrou's scalp prickle, and she immediately asked, "What's going on?"
"You're even eating this gossip?" Mo Shang promptly said.
"Huh? I can't?" Ye Qingrou froze,