However, Zhong Yaowen did not feel the slightest discomfort from his own shabbiness, his face exuding a deep sense of pride.
It was as if his daughter marrying into the Xiang Family was something to be proud of.
He seemed to have forgotten that his son-in-law was someone who was bedridden and couldn't take care of himself.
Zhong Yaowen and Zhong Lingling took a seat in the chairs in the hall.
Mainly because Xiang Zongyin didn't want Zhong Lingling and Xiang Yimo to sleep in separate beds, so Jingxiang Pavilion didn't even have a comfortable sofa.
The room only had very special wooden chairs to sit on.
Xiaobing quickly brought over tea and pastries.
Zhong Yaowen unceremoniously grabbed a pastry and threw it into his mouth, holding the tea as if he didn't even taste it, gulping it down.
As if everything in the Xiang Family was a precious treasure, drinking an extra sip of tea felt like a gain.