"Brother Ximen?" Hearing the voice, Beiting Huang jumped down from Beiting Jing's lap and ran over. A group of people stood on the steps in front of the meeting hall. They were the heads and direct descendants of the other three families. "Old masters and Brother Dongfang, why are you here?"
Nangong Cang and the other two patriarchs glared at Beiting Huang. Although their expressions were unfriendly, there was concern and reproach in their eyes. Beiting Huang saw it and couldn't help but rub her nose in embarrassment. She lowered her head in embarrassment. It seemed that it was no longer a secret that she had been struck by lightning.
