Xiao Yu smiled when she saw Jiang Lan open his eyes.
But after Jiang Lan spoke, she pulled a long face.
She sounded unhappy.
"Junior Brother, I'm calling you husband. You should respond and address me as your wife."
Jiang Lan was silent.
However, before he could correct her, Xiao Yu stood up and patted Jiang Lan's head.
"I'll forgive you this time, Junior Brother."
"Senior Sister, there's people behind you." Jiang Lan spoke.
Xiao Yu looked back.
The Eighth Prince and the others panicked.
Everyone turned their heads back. Some were wiping the table, some were counting peanuts, and some picked up the teapot beside them and drank tea.
Xiao Yu also felt that she had lost her composure.
Then, she retreated to Jiang Lan's side.
She remained silent.
This was not the Ninth Summit. She had been so happy that she had forgotten about it.
