Qian Renxue's expression did not escape the eyes of these old foxes, and Golden Crocodile said teasingly:
"Surely our Snow'er hasn't brought her husband here again to beat up us old men."
"..."
The atmosphere sank into awkwardness for a moment. After Golden Crocodile's gaze moved back and forth between Little Angel and Ning Bei for a while, he said in astonishment:
"It really is?"
"Uh, well, Second Grandpa, this time it doesn't really have anything to do with you. It's just..."
As she spoke, Little Angel cast a slightly apologetic, but not very apologetic, look toward Qian Daoliu at the side.
The old man watched his granddaughter point at him, and after she slowly nodded in confirmation, he let out a derisive laugh. Your filial piety is really going to be the death of me.
"You've set your sights on Grandpa this time?"
Little Angel lowered her head and looked at the tips of her feet just barely poking out, the index fingers of both hands twisting around each other as she did not dare raise her head to meet Qian Daoliu's eyes, but her meaning could not have been any clearer.
"Hahaha, Big Brother, this time it's got nothing to do with us. We can finally sit back and enjoy the show."
Guang Ling Douluo burst into laughter with absolutely no sense of loyalty, angering Qian Daoliu so much that his eyes went wide. Then he irritably looked past her at Ning Bei, who was gazing up at the sky and whistling, as if to say, Look what you've turned my well-behaved granddaughter into. Every other day, she brings an outsider back to her maiden home to beat up her elders.
Ning Bei did not agree with that. He lowered his head and looked straight at Qian Daoliu.