The middle-aged man sitting next to the auntie had dark skin and an honest-looking face.
He was also sizing up Xiao Han, but deep suspicion showed in his eyes.
"This kid is quite handsome; he wouldn't be a girl in disguise, would he? I've never known little Vermilion Bird to take a liking to men," the man said doubtfully.
"That's right, it really could be a girl in disguise. Otherwise, why don't we have him drop his pants to check?" said another middle-aged woman sitting on a different sofa, quite seriously.
"I think so too."
The man beside her nodded in agreement.
In the room, there was also a young boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, who chuckled, "He's so pretty; he must be a boy. Mom, Dad, Aunt, Uncle, you can relax."
"That's true." All four middle-aged people nodded at the same time.
Xiao Han looked aggrieved, staring at Vermilion Bird. How had she never mentioned that her family was so peculiar? Even Xiao Han felt a bit overwhelmed.
