Ouyang Huyan's old face twitched when he was shouted at, and he almost got goosebumps. Nearly ten days of interaction told him that when she called him like that, she definitely wanted something, "You might as well call me old man."
"That would be too disrespectful."
"No matter, no matter. You respecting me is actually what I find terrifying…"
"Grandpa Ouyang is truly witty." Qu Tan'er smiled lightly.
"..." Uh, this elderly individual felt not the slightest bit witty.
The rest didn't think so either.
Instead, there were more who agreed with Ouyang Huyan.
"Tan'er girl, if you have something to say, just speak frankly."
After a moment of hesitation, Qu Tan'er also got to the point. The smile on her face vanished in an instant, and she said solemnly, "Since you are here as well, please stay in the Mo Clan for a few more days and help take care of some of our injured younger members. How about it?"
