"Uh..."
Lu Mingshi froze, utterly bewildered.
Gods lived long lives. If they really went by blood ties and generational seniority, everything would have long since become a tangled mess.
So when members of the Lineage met, they generally addressed one another according to age.
That was how Lu Mingshi had always addressed Lu Wan before.
Why had... Lu Wan's tone suddenly turned so cold today?
What had he done?
"Tell me, what do you want with my husband?" Lu Wan asked calmly.
As she spoke, she took Yang Fan's right hand and stepped slightly back.
She positioned herself beside Yang Fan.
Her stance clearly placed Yang Fan at the absolute center of things.
Yang Fan's heart gave a jolt.
He sat up straight, his expression solemn.
When he looked at Lu Mingshi, he even swallowed instinctively, feeling a little guilty.
"Lu..."
Yang Fan had barely opened his mouth, his mind racing to find some artful wording to salvage the situation.
The next second.
"Brother!"
Thud!
Lu Mingshi suddenly dashed forward.
Then he dropped straight into a sliding kneel, skimming a full four or five meters across the floor.
He promptly wrapped his arms around Yang Fan's leg.
"It's been so hard for little Mingshi to get a chance to see you!"
"Boo-hoo..."
With tears and snot streaming down his face, Lu Mingshi sobbed miserably.
He looked exactly like someone who had finally found his long-lost father.
Everything instantly fell silent.
Lu Wan: "..."
Gu Le: "..."
Yang Fan: "????"
Watching Lu Mingshi cling to his leg and cry his heart out, Yang Fan began to question reality itself.
Who... was this guy?
Since when did I have a younger brother I'd never even met?
What was going on?
Wasn't this clearly our first meeting?
"Darling, I never knew you two