Zhao Gushen rolled his eyes, "Which of my family relatives don't you know? Who has a child that you wouldn't know about? You think I can magically conjure up a child this big that you've never met before?"
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
Zhao Gushen: "In a few months, it'll be New Year's. Remember to prepare some lucky money for my son."
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
He was single, didn't have a wife or kids, and would likely get scolded by his grandmother during the New Year.
Life's tough enough, and now he had to prepare lucky money for these kids too.
Why was he so miserable?
Zhao Gushen said proudly again, "Let's find a time when everyone's free to get together. It'd be perfect to introduce Xiao Fei and our Xiao Mo to you all formally."
Everyone expressed that there was no problem.
They'd definitely carve out a time.
After all, everyone had their own careers.
Not to mention the men from the Eight Great Families.
They were either heirs or held important positions within their families.
