It was Li Zongyu. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "Have you received the invitation?"
Luo Qingxue didn't say anything. Xiaobao was playing tangram beside her, and ignored him.
Leng Yunting sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and picked up a cup of coffee: "I received it."
Li Zongyu looked at them: "Three days later it will be grandpa's birthday."
Leng Yunting continued to nod: "We know."[
"Then...you?" Li Zongyu looked at him, then looked at Luo Qingxue again.
"Then?" Leng Yunting put down the coffee cup, looked at him, and didn't even call him the cup of water, then continued to pick up the coffee cup and took a sip.
Li Zongyu was puzzled: "Then? Are you going?"
Leng Yunting glanced at him, then looked at him like an idiot, "This is still a question. Of course I won't go!"
Li Zongyu was confused: "Why not go?"
"Why don't you go?" Leng Yunting put down the coffee cup, changed one of his legs and folded it on it, and said with a smile, "You said, your grandfather once drove my mother-in-law away, your father drugged my wife, and almost killed me.
Le Xiaobao. When you finish, just send us a letter and we will go there happily?"
"But, my grandfather is Qingxue's grandfather, he is eighty years old!"
"Eighty years old?" Leng Yunting snorted coldly, "Even if he was ninety years old, what should we do, what should we do! So what if he is Qingxue's grandfather? Has he raised Qingxue for a day? He is for Qingxue for Qingxue
Has he paid a little for his growth? He is an elder. Can he be forgiven for killing and setting fires and doing whatever he wants?"
"What 'killing people and setting fires, doing whatever you want'?" Li Zongyu was also angry, "Leng Yunting, be careful when speaking!"
Leng Yunting snorted coldly: "I am just like this. Whoever bullies my wife and children? The other party still has this attitude. There is no need for us to go up and make things uncomfortable."
Li Zongyu had no choice but to look at Luo Qingxue: "Qingxue, look, you..."
Luo Qingxue didn't even raise her eyelids, and she didn't say a word. Instead, Xiaobao knew that the so-called uncle was Li Zongyu's uncle's father. His father actually wanted to kill him, and he had no good impression of him.
He curled his lips and muttered: "You little baby will not go on your birthday!"
Xiaobao was the "direct victim". As soon as he spoke, Li Zongyu had nothing to say. He had to get up and said: "I hope you can think about it."