"Let her stay in the main house, so you can also look after her well," the old master immediately added.
This time, Mu Xiaojiu looked up at him, his thick eyebrows knitting together.
"Though Xiaxia is not Baili Yang's granddaughter, I am a man who cherishes old affections, who has accepted her from the very beginning, and I will continue to cherish her in the future."
He stood up, his eyes lowered as he looked at the old master, whose face was turning shades of green and red.
"It's fine for An Ran to come and stay, but she should live in the backyard. I don't like unrelated women constantly flitting through my line of sight; you know that, Dad."
"Jiu..."
"I've been busy for several days, really tired. Dad, I'm going to rest first."
Having said that, without giving the old master any chance to refuse, he turned and walked toward the entrance of the hall.
The old master really felt a bit embarrassed now, this darned kid, really didn't give any face at all.
