"It does make sense."
Li Yao scratched his head hard. It had occurred to him that he had asked the wrong person, too. For most human beings, Long Yangjun was a "foreigner" who must have evil intentions herself. Even if she could accept the two kids, what could it prove?
Or rather, for the people who were dreaded in the first place, the picture where a primeval warrior with dual bloodlines of Pangu and Nuwa joining hands with the mysterious information lives would be a hundred times more horrifying!
Even so, Li Yao still hoped to win some sort of approval from Long Yangjun. After all, they were "best friends", and she was one of the few persons that Li Yao could trust in the entire universe.
"Alright, let's just forget everybody else and focus on you."
Staring at Long Yangjun, Li Yao said, "For you personally, can you accept such two kids? Do you want Xiaoming and Wenwen to call you 'Aunt Long'?"
"Me?"
