Lin Heng continued watching. What a coincidence... if no one had said anything, he would never have known there was such a thing!
In the image, Dugu Old Ghost sat in the seat of honor, his shriveled fingers tapping the armrest, his voice like a broken gong.
"What an unfilial daughter!"
His gaze swept over Dugu Xiu and Dugu Qingyang on either side.
"You two really have gone muddleheaded with age! You actually indulged that rebellious grandson and Yueli in hooking up like this. What kind of propriety is that!"
Dugu Xiu's mouth moved. He wanted to say something, but held it back.
Dugu Qingyang's hand tightened around his wooden staff, and he sighed helplessly.
Before the Ghost Ancestor, the two ancestors were forcibly made to seem a whole head shorter.
"If this ancestor had not come, were you still planning to cook the raw rice into cooked rice?"
"Were you going to muddle through and settle the matter just like that?"
After saying that, he unleashed a torrent of scolding at Dugu Zixuan and Dugu Wuwu, who were kneeling below.
"Dugu Zixuan! You really did give birth to a fine son!"
"The Kirin Girl of the Dugu Clan, where dragons lurk and phoenixes roost—what has your son treated her as? Cabbage in a field, to root up whenever he wants?!"
"Dugu Wuwu! You call yourself her father? Your own daughter has been coveted to that extent, and you have no idea in your heart?"
Dugu Zixuan knelt without raising her head, her lips pressed into a line.
( ˙? ˙ ) Honestly, why do they always treat my son like a pig... sigh!
Dugu Wuwu's face had flushed the color of pig liver. He truly wanted to speak yet hesitated. He did want to guard his own cabbage properly,