Han Yun's ideas about family clearly had nothing to do with the word "traditional," nor with the word "blood ties."
In the past, he could target someone and try to bring them over to his side simply because they wanted the freedom to play like a child. Now he could watch as a child turned into a little ghost and killed their parents for revenge because of the parents' cruelty, then welcome that little ghost into his fold.
There was nothing wrong with that way of thinking in modern society. At least it wouldn't get you branded unfilial and subjected to calls for violence, as it might have a few decades ago.
But Nantian, the big star, was surprisingly traditional. He completely ignored Han Yun's advice.
As expected, he had no intention of giving up on Nangong Yao.
I felt sorry for Nangong Yao.
Putting myself in his shoes, if my younger sister were like that little brat Nantian, I'd be worried sick too.
The Skinny Guy had never liked Nantian, and he didn't have much affection for Nangong Yao either.
He turned to Chen Xiaoqiu and asked if what had just happened had disturbed her family.
Chen Xiaoqiu shook her head. "My family's gone out."
It was a pretty pointless conversation.
I trusted Chen Xiaoqiu's judgment. If she'd chosen to open a suspicious package at home, she must have been prepared.
Still, I hadn't expected her to be so thoroughly prepared.
The next second, I heard the doorbell ring.
I'd been worried that Chen Xiaoqiu's family might come back. With so many of us in her home, it would have been hard to explain. But Chen Xiaoqiu went straight to open the door.
The visitors weren't Chen Xiaoqiu's family. It was Wu Ling and the others.
When Nantian saw