"Qiaoqiao, you've had it tough. Just come to my house. Grandma has always treated you like her own child."
"Old hag! Why should I go to your house? If anything, you should come to mine!"
"Pah! Old coot, what's wrong with coming to my house? All I have are grandsons, no granddaughters yet."
"Shameless, you have Qiaoqiao calling you grandpa and grandma, and you really think you are one. I'm different, I treat Qiaoqiao like an ancestor."
"Enough, there's nothing to argue about. Coming to my house is best; we even have a private lab."
In front of a group of elderly people whose ages summed to over a thousand years, Qiao Yun softly rebutted, "Thank you, but I haven't been mistreated, and it's quite nice at the Lu Family."
"Come to my house…"
"Scram, come to my house…"
"You want to fight, huh!"
An eighty-year-old professor thumped his cane on the ground.
"Let's fight then, whoever wins gets to take Qiaoqiao home."
Qiao Yun: "..."
