The Hu Yan Family reception hall.
Xian Wu and Hu Yan Xiong glared at each other, like two fighting roosters.
"You little brat, hurry up and thaw out my subordinates!"
"You old brat, hand over the Silver-grade Demonic Spirit first!"
"You dare talk to me like that? Believe me, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."
"I don't have a mother!"
"...Then I'll beat you so badly your own father won't recognize you."
"I don't have a father!"
"...What relatives do you have?"
"None!"
Hu Yan Xiong opened his mouth, at a loss for words. He felt a little ashamed bullying a child with no parents.
"How did you meet our Lan Ruo?" Hu Yan Xiong asked, changing the subject. His voice had softened considerably.
Xian Wu scratched his head, wondering what the old brat was up to.
The way he'd asked sounded kind of weird, almost like a father-in-law questioning his son-in-law...
Holy crap! Was Hu Yan Xiong trying to get his hooks into me?
Xian Wu swallowed and said, "Why are you asking? I'm not marrying into your family and becoming a live-in son-in-law!"
A live-in son-in-law? Hu Yan Xiong was dumbfounded. What was this kid talking about?
"Keep dreaming!" Hu Yan Xiong spat. "You little brat, take a good look at yourself. Do you think you're worthy of our Lan Ruo? You're not even fit to carry her shoes! Stop daydreaming and fantasizing about things that'll never happen."
Damn it, he had to admit that Lan Ruo's attitude toward this brat was a little ambiguous. Could she really have fallen for him?
"Can't you see what I'm like? At least I'm better-looking than you. Just look at that huge beard—you look like a wild man. I really have to question Hu Yan Lan