"You called me big sister?"
Qin Xue smiled and pinched his little cheek.
"That would throw the generations all out of order. You should call me Auntie, understand?"
"No!"
Gu Chengye immediately shook his head.
"You're big sister!"
"You look younger than my mom. How could I call you Auntie?"
His utterly earnest expression only amused Qin Xue even more.
Then, as though remembering something, Gu Chengye secretly leaned toward Qin Xue's ear.
"Big sister, let's go inside."
"Dad's being all fierce right now. Whatever you do, don't talk to him."
He thought he was speaking very quietly.
But the vast majority of those present were gods. With their mental power, how could they possibly fail to hear him?
For a moment, the smiles on many faces grew wider.
Qin Xue couldn't help laughing at the little fellow's impish antics.
"All right, all right. Little brother Yang Fan, I'll take your son inside first."
"I can look after him for a while."
With that, Qin Xue carried Gu Chengye into the hall.
Nestled in Qin Xue's arms, Gu Chengye didn't forget to turn back and secretly pull a face at Yang Fan.
Seeing this, Yang Fan looked rather helpless.
Gu Le, standing nearby, visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Fan gave Gu Le an exasperated look.
"You've spoiled him rotten. All he knows is how to play these little tricks."
After welcoming each distinguished guest, Yang Fan and Lu Wan pushed Yang Chenglu's stroller to the center of the banquet hall.
By then, quite a crowd had gathered in the hall, and gazes turned toward them.
Yang Fan stepped forward and raised his wineglass, a faint smile on his face.
"Thank you all for taking time out of your day to attend the celebration of my youngest son Yang