Ruan Qi, who was deeply engrossed watching Old Master Xi, thought it was Gong Qi speaking.
He couldn't help but laugh, "Are you so busy that you're confused? Can't remember which year it is anymore?"
As his words fell, the dining room suddenly became extremely quiet.
Xi Xiaoyun, seated to the left of Old Master Xi, dropped her chopsticks with a 'clang' onto the table.
She looked at Xi Xiaoran sitting across from her in disbelief, voice trembling, "You, you..."
Just then, that male voice sounded again in the living room, "How old is Ah Nine this year?"
This time, even Old Master Xi was baffled.
The wine glass in his hand dropped onto his lap with a 'thud' as he mechanically turned his head, then found himself looking into Xi Xiaoran's lucid eyes.
"..." Old Master Xi's lips trembled, "Xiao, Xiaoran?"
Xi Xiaoran, who sat in his chair, suddenly curved his lips into a shallow smile that didn't belong to a madman.
