"Aunt??" The woman froze instantly, as if half of her blood had solidified, looking at Luo Qianqian in disbelief: "You called me Aunt?"
"Hey, are you brain-muddled? Should I call you Aunt or Sister? Are you aiming to get ahead as a mistress or are you hoping for adoption?" Luo Qianqian's delicate features showed a bit of fatigue: "Well, that's probably not possible. Adopting a child, even if not out of gratitude, wouldn't have any other purpose. You're quite grown up, should be an adult by now, what are you asking for..."
She frowned, glancing at the woman, then turned her cold gaze towards Luo Yanhao standing to one side: "Brother, get me something to eat, I'm starving."
Luo Yanhao immediately nodded and walked off. He doesn't want to be as foolish as Luo Yanran; it's clear that his sister came to pick a fight.
