Grandson?
The moment Elder Bai uttered these words, everyone was stunned.
They all turned their gaze toward Bai Xiaojiu.
Yun Zhengyang was dumbfounded, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing as he looked at Bai Xiaojiu.
He had a good impression of this young man, who seemed to be well brought-up, but it had never crossed his mind that he could possibly be the grandson of the Bais?
The sons in his family had "Rich second-generation, don't mess with me" written all over their faces.
The rest of his nephews were even more arrogant.
Qian Nanyin also had an air of looking down on others.
So Yun Zhengyang had never imagined that this modest man could actually be the grandson of the Bais?
Even Yun Wei, who had some speculations earlier, was now pale, her complexion shifting from red to white.
She looked incredulously at Bai Xiaojiu.
Qian Nanyin's face was practically white, as he stuttered, shocked, "Grand, grandson? He's your grandson?"
