"Did you do anything wrong?" Mr. and Mrs. Gu asked in unison.
Zhang Sanfeng was momentarily stunned, then the corners of his mouth curled up, a smile hanging on his lips.
Mrs. Gu patted her husband's shoulder, "Your phone—"
Only then did Mr. Gu hear the ringtone and take out his phone. Seeing that it was Uncle Gu calling, he felt suddenly apprehensive. He wondered if his daughter and son-in-law had just arrived at their place, hoping nothing had gone wrong.
After all, those two old people were quite difficult to please, and Mr. Gu regretted not going with them. But at that moment, his son-in-law had confidently assured him that there would be no problems, and that all the required gifts would definitely be given.
The $300,000 bottle of Moutai that his son-in-law had said he would give to him as a father-in-law, Mr. Gu didn't believe his son-in-law would shortchange those two old people over some money. It was completely unnecessary.
