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Zheng Mengni waved at him, saying, "You've worked hard, come and eat some fruit."
Guan Qingmo's face turned red, feeling the heat on his thin skin. Zheng Mengni had prepared everything for him and even taught him how to fish, sharing many practical tips. However, he was slow to learn and completely failed to meet her expectations.
Guan Qingmo sat stiffly in a corner of the sofa. As he reached for a fork, he caught sight of the red marks on the back of his hand, looking fierce and terrifying. Suddenly, a strange thought crossed his mind: he had fished for Zheng Mengni, and if he hadn't gone fishing, he wouldn't have been bitten by mosquitoes. So these red marks were equivalent to gifts from Zheng Mengni—something even Guan Sulin hadn’t given him!
For some inexplicable reason, Guan Qingmo felt a sense of satisfaction. When he suddenly laughed out loud, Guan Miao found it strange and silently shifted her position closer to Zheng Mengni while distancing herself from Guan Qingmo.
By evening, the barbecue grill was set up, and all the ingredients and seasonings were ready. Guan Miao had only invited two friends—one who had practiced Sanda and another who had trained in Taekwondo. They were the top among their peers, having competed and won championships. The rest of her friends were those she feared might be bullied by Guan Qingmo.
Unexpectedly, Guan Qingmo's friends had yet to arrive; it was already completely dark with not a single shadow in sight. No one seemed to care about Guan Qingmo anymore, so he quickly pushed that thought aside.
The ones who arrived earlier than Guan Qingmo's group were a bunch of neurotics from his own family. As he watched their insincere and exaggerated expressions as they entered one after another through the front door, Guan Qingmo felt as if he couldn't catch his breath. Especially Guan Junjin!
The son of the Fourth Concubine—by family hierarchy, he should call him "uncle." Relying on his mother's seductive looks for favoritism, this illegitimate child treated everyone with disdain and arrogance. In the past, he had fought with Guan Junjin numerous times; every time they clashed, that woman would wail and run to their grandfather to complain.
Guan Junjin would get hurt a little, but that woman’s tears would turn it into a big deal, resulting in Guan Qingmo being scolded by their grandfather every single time until he felt like a turtle!
Was Guan Sulin out of her mind to invite this little brat over?
Guan Junjin laughed wildly. After greeting Guan Sulin with a wave of his hand, he curled his fingers smoothly and slid them aside to give Guan Qingmo an arrogant middle finger.
Guan Qingmo lost his rationality and raised his hand, ready to smash the cup against his head. However, a glance at Zheng Mengni beside him made him retract his hand for the first time, gritting his teeth to suppress his anger.
What a strange sight—this mad dog wasn’t biting today?
Guan Junjin took a step forward, addressing Guan Qingmo, but his gaze lingered on Zheng Mengni's delicate face.
So it was true; Guan Qingmo was holding back because of this woman?
He seemed to have discovered something significant and turned to look at Guan Su Lin, who was grilling meat.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Words unspoken, thoughts unvoiced—how intriguing, truly intriguing.
Guan Qingmo's lips trembled with rage, his anger surging within him as if he could swallow this bastard whole.
He clenched his jaw and squeezed out a single word: "Get lost!"
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