Li Linglang interrupted her own words without hesitation, her icy gaze falling upon Master Jiu at the counter, whose brows immediately furrowed, but he said nothing more.
"So you're an elder, huh? What should I call you? Auntie?" Zhang Fan spoke in a quiet tone, shooting a meaningful glance at the Liu Brothers, hinting for them to get going quickly.
"Cut the small talk..."
Li Linglong put down her wine glass and said blandly, "Where's your father?"
"I'm looking for him too." Zhang Fan shrugged, showing an expression of helplessness.
"Aunt, maybe you don't know, but my dad's not the sentimental type. Sometimes I even doubt if I'm a child he picked up off the street." Zhang Fan pulled a pitiful face, as if suffering some enormous injustice.
He'd already realized that this suddenly appeared family member was… off.
"Is that so?" Li Linglang said noncommittally, "A heartless man, huh? Tell me, if you dropped dead, do you think he'd come back for your funeral!?"
"Go!"
