It was Old Master Ning's birthday. Even though it was just the family having a meal together, precisely because the whole family was there and everyone was close and affectionate, Old Master Ning was in an extremely good mood.
Song Jiaying stood in front of the Ning Family's big house and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong, not coming in yet?" Ning Ge stood on the stairs. Seeing that Song Jiaying hadn't caught up, he called out and said with a laugh, "An ugly daughter-in-law has to meet the in-laws sooner or later, and it's not even your first time here."
Song Jiaying shot him a glare.
It wasn't her first time coming to the Ning Family's big house, but occasions this formal were few and far between—almost nonexistent.
"All right, you're not an ugly daughter-in-law anyway. Come on in." Ning Ge turned back, reached out, and pulled her forward.
Song Jiaying shook off his hand. "I can walk by myself."
