"You all are not welcome here!"
Old Guan, upon seeing the arrivals, picked up the broom from the corner of the wall to drive them away.
Tang Chuxia quickly went over to help with Wang Aihong and the others.
Especially Wang Aihong, who rushed at those people yelling, "Get lost! Who let you in?"
Tang Chuxia was puzzled; she remembered that at the previous alumni gathering, Old Guan was quite alright with these people. How come he lost his temper so suddenly?
Wang Aihong whispered to her, "Don't just stand there stunned, let's drive them out first. If Old Guan gets worked up again, it'll just be more trouble during the New Year!"
Tang Chuxia acknowledged, but although they were trying to chase them away, the group opposite had evidently come prepared.
"Old Guan, we also came out of concern to visit you; there's no reason to turn guests away, is there?"
The sharp voice was extremely unpleasant, especially with the arrogance of that tilted head; it was nothing but contemptuous.
