"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Yan is right!"
After hearing what the middle-aged, chubby man said, the small, elderly man immediately became obsequious, and then pleaded with You Libing earnestly, "Look, Libing, just stay. What's this about a class reunion? You graduated two years ago. What's the point of attending a reunion? Can that make you money?"
"Money! All you think about is money, Uncle! Have you fallen head over heels into money!"
Upon hearing the little old man's words, You Libing's face grew even angrier, particularly when she saw how subservient the little old man was to the middle-aged, chubby man, bowing and scraping like a servant. She felt a wave of sadness wash over her.
What kind of family am I living in?
"Mr. Yan, I think I've made myself very clear. There's no need for you to linger in our house, I am absolutely not going with you!"
"You little wretch!"