"You called my senior martial sister 'Grandaunt'?"
Mo Hua looked utterly incredulous.
The White-Clad Cultivator shot Mo Hua an icy, threatening look. "Shut up! In front of Grandaunt, what place do you have to speak? So disrespectful!"
After saying that, he froze. Turning over Mo Hua's words in his mind, his eyes suddenly widened.
"You called my Grandaunt 'senior martial sister'?"
Mo Hua corrected him, "Martial Sister."
The White-Clad Cultivator was equally incredulous. "How could she be your Martial Sister? How could she possibly be your Martial Sister...?"
Mo Hua's gaze turned somewhat strange as well. "You're from the Bai Family? What's your name?"
The White-Clad Cultivator sneered. "Why should I tell you?"
"His name is Bai Xiaosheng," Xiao Ju said through a mouthful of orange, her cheeks puffed out.
Bai Xiaosheng sighed helplessly.
"Bai Xiaosheng..." Mo Hua pondered. "Xiao as in dawn, Sheng as in birth?"
Bai Xiaosheng sneered. "So what if it is..."
Seeing that the two were about to argue further, Bai Zixi said coolly, "Enough." She glanced at Bai Xiaosheng. "Sit down first."
Bai Xiaosheng hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare."
Mo Hua said, "It's fine. Your Grandaunt told you to sit, so sit."
Bai Xiaosheng truly had the urge to kill Mo Hua.
This was what he hated most. The family was too vast, with too many people, and the gaps in seniority between them were enormous. It made him not want to visit relatives at all.
And worst of all, that hateful Mo Hua was looking at him with a teasing grin.
Bai Zixi's beautiful eyes shifted slightly, and she gave Mo Hua a small glare before saying to Bai Xiaosheng, "Ignore him. Sit."
"Yes." Bai Xiaosheng sat down.
Mo Hua also took a seat at the table.
Knowing these people had matters to discuss,