[Your Old Ancestor: Oh, he watched my live stream and sent me a gift, does Little Momo have any thoughts?]
The other side went silent for a moment.
A minute later, a reply finally came.
[Qi Mo: I wouldn't dare have any thoughts. Old Ancestor, if you live stream again tomorrow, I will also send you a gift.]
Qi Mo had never imagined that an ancestor who had lived for hundreds of years would be so fashionable as to start live streaming.
It was unclear whether Mr. Duan had determined the old ancestor's identity through backend information or by directly watching the pair of hands in the live stream.
Who would dare to keep staring at the old ancestor's hands? That would be sacrilegious!
Qi Mo pondered and made a phone call: "Old Ancestor, will you be attending the meeting of the eight great families next month?"
Every year, the heads of the eight great families would gather to share a meal and bond with each other.
