After everyone was full and satisfied in the evening, Luo Shufan tugged on Luo Qianqian's little hand, signaling that things were just about to start.
Confused, she looked at her grandma, realizing that something was about to be said. It was clear from the formal attire and serious demeanor.
"Qhianqhian, it's like this, you see, we can't just operate separately like this. Even for regular events, we need some organization, right?" Grandma An coughed lightly and glanced at her husband, who showed no sign of speaking, so she stood up.
Luo Qianqian glanced at her grandpa, showing obvious disagreement on her face, raising her eyebrows.
"So?" Luo Qianqian wore a faint smile, her emotions unreadable.
Luo Shufan was always the one in charge, while she was someone who didn't manage anything. Calling her by name like this? It was rather odd.
"Do you think we might need a clan leader or something?" Grandma An continued.
