As soon as Old Mrs. Lu spoke, Bai Yiran's face darkened. She least liked hearing someone question in front of Xiao Lang whether he was a child of the Leng Family. Precisely because Xiao Lang was not a biological son of the Leng Family, he became more sensitive, and being asked repeatedly would inevitably leave a shadow in his heart.
Seeing Bai Yiran's expression turn sour, Luna quickly tried to smooth things over, "Mom, stop talking, the food is getting cold."
Old Mrs. Lu frowned. She was the type to dig until she got an answer. If she didn't get one, she wouldn't let it go. "Oh come on, what's wrong with asking? I'm the eldest in this house now, should I not get answers when I ask the younger generation questions?"
Bai Yiran raised an eyebrow. Was this old lady leveraging the generational hierarchy against her?
