The creditor's affectionate "brotherly love" made Xi Chansha a bit unable to react.
Turning enemies into friends really happened too quickly.
Xi Yuanshan stopped talking, his brows relaxed a bit.
Gu Qiusha, who couldn't get a word in edgewise, finally sighed: "Oh my goodness, our Zuzi is a little lucky star bestowed upon our Xi family by the Ancestor!"
Xi Zuzi coughed.
No, the Ancestor is the Ancestor himself.
Xi Rubao, who had been holding back a bellyful of words, finally got to speak and took several deep breaths, now only thinking about gossip: "Hey, hey, hey, what's the story behind that broken pot? Is that creditor out of his mind?"
Xi Chansha furrowed his brows in thought, unable to figure out what was so peculiar about that pot for the moment.
