An Xianhe's face changed: "You... how could you..."
"Old man, could we not put on an act in front of your granddaughter?"
Xiao Ming said speechlessly, "Ever since I walked into this room, little master here has been setting you up with my words, right up to that last analysis.
You were so focused on suppressing me, taking back the initiative in our conversation, that you completely forgot to deny it.
Look at An Kefang's expression; even she has guessed it's Jiang Nanxi, so why the hell are you still pretending!"
An Xianhe's complexion immediately turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he ground his teeth: "Xiao Ming, you will certainly die. This old man will personally stab you!"
Xiao Ming rolled his eyes, full of disdain, "Are you done farting? If you're done, then hurry up and let that stinking woman come out!
Damn it, inviting me over, but having an old fart entertain me, I must give her a good whipping."
"How dare you!"
