Wen Zhiyan looked at the composed young couple, a hint of reluctance and sigh in her eyes, still with the demeanor of a virtuous wife and loving mother: "Luoli, you should know your grandmother is still angry with Xiao Er... Doing this, aren't you making it more embarrassing for the elders?"
That hypocritical face, constantly stirring up trouble, only made one want to tear it apart.
"Are you saying she, she is Gu Xiaoer?" The tone of Old Mrs. Han was particularly strange.
The girl who was called out immediately lowered her head in hurt, Da Luoluo's grandmother still had a prejudice against her...
She couldn't say if she was happy or sad about this kind of reunion, biting her lip and forcing a smile.
Actually, she had quite a good impression of this elder and she had even helped her before.
It's just that upon hearing she was Gu Xiaoer, with the most ordinary identity, she must have been very disappointed...
