Zhou Peiyuan's gaze darkened imperceptibly, he lowered his head to take a sip of tea, and then continued to chat and smile with the guests.
Duan Xiaoyu's face filled with gloom as he clenched his fists, about to erupt, when Duan Xiaoting immediately pressed his arm and gestured with her eyes not to speak.
Duan Xiaoyu's face showed his reluctance as he exchanged glances with his sister. He took a breath, settled back into his seat, picked up his teacup to drink, but accidentally shattered it, causing quite a commotion.
All eyes turned toward him.
Duan Xiaoyu crossed his legs and smiled, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
Uncle Duan frowned, "If you can't even hold a teacup properly, what can you do well? You're big enough yet still so careless; you're not afraid of disgracing our Duan Family! Look at the way you're sitting—put your feet down right now!"
Duan Xiaoyu quickly hung his head and lowered his feet.