At this moment, everyone was still staring at Hun Xiu in disbelief. Quite a few had already begun whispering among themselves.
"What's going on? What's wrong with His Holiness the Pope? Why is he ignoring the Young Mistress?"
"Could His Holiness the Pope have gone crazy?"
"No... I think His Holiness the Pope may have been possessed by something?"
"..."
Hearing their discussions, Hun Xiu was utterly bewildered. He subconsciously muttered to himself, From the sound of it, these people seem to know me?
They know me, so why don't I have the slightest impression of them? Not even a little!
Just then, the silver-haired middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "Ji'er, what's wrong with you?"
"She's Xiaoxue, your daughter!"
"What?"
When Hun Xiu heard how the silver-haired middle-aged man addressed him, he became even more confused. "Ji'er?"
"Are you sure you're calling me?"
Hun Xiu's question bewildered the silver-haired middle-aged man, Qian Daoliu. Qian Daoliu said, "Ji'er, what's happened to you? I'm your father!"
"Fuck..."
Hun Xiu was dumbfounded when he heard that. One was claiming to be his father, while the other was claiming him as a son. What the fuck!
This was no ordinary scam anymore. This was a group scam!
"My father?"
Hun Xiu sneered. "I'm your father! That's not how you take advantage of someone."
"I..."
Seeing Hun Xiu's demeanor, Qian Daoliu muttered inwardly, Could Ji'er's brain really be damaged? Could he have lost his memories?
He hurriedly gave Bibi Dong a meaningful look. After hesitating for a moment, Bibi Dong still chose to step forward.
She was still very weak now and was no match for Qian Daoliu at all. If not for the fact that she was Qian Renxue's mother—
Qian Daoliu could have torn her to pieces long ago for