Yun Zui froze, nearly dropping the wine flask in her hand.
She looked at Yun Qing, then at Yun Shuanghua opposite her, who was trying to hide himself completely. Utterly bewildered, she asked, "Clan? What clan?"
Ao Zhan's dragon brows shot up. Instinctively shielding Yun Shuanghua behind him, he stared warily at Yun Qing. "You say he belongs to your clan, and that makes it true? I could just as well say I found him!"
He turned to look over the timid Yun Shuanghua, then eyed Yun Qing as though he were a child trafficker. "You people aren't much good at raising children! Since he's the Dragonblood Thornbush's contract master anyway, why not give him to our Dragon Clan? We know how to raise him!"
Feng Jiuxiao paused slightly at those words and looked at Yun Zui.
The woman's red robes fluttered, her cheeks flushed as she scratched her head in confusion. She had been cheering him on just moments ago, but now she looked like a clueless goose that had lost its way, glancing from one side to the other in utter bewilderment.
"Is what he said true? Are you really a member of his clan?" Feng Jiuxiao asked, his voice cool and clear.
Yun Zui blinked blankly, struggling to remember.
"Hard to say... But my surname is Yun too, and he does look pretty familiar."
She stared at Yun Qing for a long while, then suddenly slapped her thigh!
"Ah! I remember!"
Yun Qing raised an eyebrow slightly.
"He seems to be my, my..." Yun Zui struggled for ages, her expression shifting from realization to confusion, then from confusion to blankness, until finally:
"My... who was he again?"
After all that thinking, she still could not remember.
Yun Qing: "..." He drew a deep breath, suppressing the tangled