Feng Si stopped talking and after a long while, she finally said in a low voice, "Sor... Sorry."
So, a misunderstanding about Ji Feixue for thirty thousand years?
Ji Feixue chuckled softly, feeling as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest, making her breathing easier.
"No, that's not right!" Feng Si suddenly looked up. "You knew he was my grandson and you're still together with him? There's a big difference in your generations! Yun Li calls you 'little aunt'."
An old cow eating tender grass?
"Pah!" Ji Feixue lightly spat, her face turning slightly red.
Who's the old cow? It's a relationship that's not even remotely close. The only true relation—Su He is still her own martial uncle!
"Eh? Ya?" Ya Ya, snuggled in Ji Feixue's arms, suddenly raised her head, struggled free, and jumped down, looking at Ji Feixue incredulously.
The approaching Su He immediately felt shivers down his spine, "Slow, slow down! Don't hurt the brother or sister!"
