The group photo was spreading like wildfire on Weibo.
Gu Shengrong, holding his phone and fuming with anger, stormed into Zhao Lang's room and slapped the phone onto the table, pointing at it and saying, "Look at this, look, the whole world has had dinner with Miss Jiang, everyone but you."
Zhao Lang: "....."
He thought back seriously, "Actually, we have had quite a few meals together."
Especially during the time in Chixia Village, they practically ate together at every meal.
The old man snorted coldly with his hands behind his back, "Then why haven't you brought her to our house? It's been a year, and I haven't even seen her face!"
"There's no rush, Grandpa." Zhao Lang closed his eyes, "The New Year is almost here, and there will surely be a reason to invite her over."
On New Year's Eve, the Jiang Family got up early and were busy preparing.
Unlike the bleak New Years of the past, this year the Jiang home was exceptionally lively.
