"Dear grandson?" Shangguan Wenxiu stared intensely at you, a face deeply buried in her memory gradually emerging before her eyes, overlapping with yours.
"No wonder, no wonder I felt this boy resembled Man Cang at first sight—it turns out he's your grandson!"
Shangguan Wenxiu's words still conveyed a hint of hatred, aware that the matter couldn't be resolved amicably, she immediately said to Wu Qiyi, "Little Yun, come with me!"
"Grandma, this is my own affair, and I, of course, should make the decisions!"
"Hmph! You girl, still clueless even after falling for that scoundrel's Ghost Art!"
"Old Lady!" you suddenly exclaimed, your eyes flashing with the slowly emerging Sen Luo Curse Mark, which began to rotate, "This is my last warning to you, stop acting high and mighty because you are old!"
