Cai Meina waited and waited until after one o'clock in the afternoon when Gong Tao finally brought back some steamed buns.
Cai Meina originally wanted to ask why it was so late, but seeing Gong Tao's low spirits, she remained silent.
She didn't know whether it was that idiot Gong Zhuang who provoked Gong Tao, or if he said something else unpleasant.
"From now on, let's just live our own lives. We shouldn't give them money. If we do, they'll just think we owe it to them and even expect our kids to take good care of Gong Xiaoyu in the future."
"Enslaved for generations by the descendants of Gong Qiang."
Gong Tao couldn't understand why, even in this new society, the old folks still had such thoughts, thinking about the so-called legitimate line. Please, they're not some aristocratic family. Even if they were, so what if a successful collateral branch overtakes the main line.
