Qiao Feng glanced at Le Yao and invited him in.
Qiao Qiao pursed her lips. "That guy must be here to freeload."
"The Nangong family doesn't even give him food?" Jiang Lin frowned. "However, with a mother like He Rong, it's normal for him to have nothing to eat."
Qiao Qiao was speechless.
'Mom, your focus is really strange.'
Le Yao: "…"
'Auntie, you're so magnanimous. You didn't vent your anger on He Rong.'
At this moment, Nangong Jue walked in. He glanced at Le Yao and then glanced at the dining table. Then, he nodded slightly at Qiao Feng and Jiang Lin. "Uncle Qiao, Auntie Jiang, I'm sorry to disturb you." As he spoke, he handed over a box in his hand. "It's a small gift. I hope Auntie Jiang likes it."
Qiao Feng frowned. Who was your uncle? He actually called him so affectionately, but forget it. He wouldn't fuss about this for the time being.
