Qian Xunji, who had been secretly laughing, seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up and found Xuan Xiao staring at him with a smile.
The moment Qian Xunji saw Xuan Xiao's smile, his heart skipped a beat. What is this brat plotting now?
He rubbed his brow, his face full of helplessness. He had a feeling that today was going to be a disaster.
Xuan Xiao looked toward Qian Daoliu, a hint of mischief flashing through his black eyes.
"Old man, shouldn't the broken hammer be the last thing you're worrying about right now?"
It was as if three huge black question marks had appeared over Qian Daoliu's head.
What is this brat up to again?
Bibi Dong tilted her head, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at Xuan Xiao and asked.
"Then what should my master-grandfather be concerned about?"
Xuan Xiao grinned, his smile carrying a trace of roguishness. Looking at Bibi Dong, he said slowly and clearly.
"If I remember correctly, Tang Chen's grandson should be about your age already, right?"
The instant those words left his mouth, the room fell silent. A needle dropping to the floor would have been audible. Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking as if they had been struck by lightning. Tang Chen's grandson?
The moment Qian Xunji heard that question, his heart went ice-cold.
His mouth twitched, and his expression looked worse than tears. Inside, he was screaming madly.
My little ancestor, are you trying to kill me?
Yet he realized that Qian Daoliu was actually giving the matter serious thought.
His old face was filled with solemnity, making him look like an old scholar stumped by a difficult question.
After living for so many years, Qian Daoliu had never considered this issue.
Now that Xuan Xiao had pointed it