The little girl asked sweetly, "Brother Xue Xi, is he really my grandfather?"
Ling Xiang...
Everyone was once again in disarray; the generational hierarchy was truly beyond repair now.
Han Jing lowered her face a little more. It was clearly such a serious and tense occasion, yet she had brought a little girl here to lighten the mood, hadn't she?
Fortunately, Xia Ji spoke up in time, sarcastically addressing Xia Qingcheng, "Take your son and granddaughter back to your Changhuan Palace. I have no time to look after them. What's more, he must have some things he needs from you~"
Xia Ji lifted her leg, took a couple of steps, and then turned back, kindly explaining to Xia Qingcheng, "I've placed ten Soul Stabilizing Needles in him. That sensation should be quite something, shouldn't it?"
A strange expression flashed in Xia Qingcheng's eyes, and he stood silently without speaking.
