Song Song was so shocked that she thought she was being harassed. In her panic, she stomped hard on the other party's foot and cursed, "Bastard, let me go!"
Di Xing winced in pain and immediately let go, pitifully saying, "Little Liuli, why have you become so fierce? You used to love playing with Grandpa Di. How could you have forgotten?"
Xiao Jinghuai hadn't expected the hundred-year-old Di Xing to behave like this. He quickly protected Song Song in his arms, "Mr. Di, what are you doing?"
"...Uh, what's your relationship?"
Di Xing hunched his back, his hair and even his eyebrows pure silver. The wrinkles on his face revealed he was indeed very old, dressed in a pure white robe, seemingly merging with the world.
The black-clad messenger immediately stepped forward respectfully, "Master, didn't I already tell you earlier? They are married. This is President Xiao's wife, Mrs. Xiao..."
"Mrs. Xiao?"
