Gong Zhuang really seemed like he wanted to swear; he'd never seen someone so shameless.
"It must be that the family has no money for New Year's goods, so they thought of celebrating New Year together." Thinking of how Gong Qiang spoke just now, he wished he could go up and give a strong pinch.
"Originally, it was supposed to be a happy New Year celebration. What does he count for?"
"No, we also have to count in his useless kid and Gong Zheng's couple."
Gong Zhuang had already planned how this New Year would go: it had to be lively, it had to be sumptuous.
Last time when their whole family went to Beijing, the second brother hosted them very well. This time he also wanted to make a good impression.
Although Gong Tao was unsatisfied, since Gong Qiang said so, "We might as well go; once we eat well, we'll leave early."
"Then we can watch the Spring Festival Gala at home."
