Ruan Qi was completely bewildered by Ruan Fengmian's question.
"Which Xi? Of course, it's the mat, Xi! Dad, don't you even know the word Xi anymore?"
Ruan Fengmian was taken aback. His daughter had no chemistry with him whatsoever; their thoughts were on completely different wavelengths.
He was so angry that his eyes widened, while Yang Liu, sitting beside them, couldn't handle their hen-and-duck-like conversation and impatiently spoke up: "It's the Xi Family's Xi, Xi Jiu is the grandson of Old Master Xi Bosheng!"
"Xi Bosheng?!" Ruan Fengmian sat up straight in shock, "You mean Uncle Xi?!"
Yang Liu lazily nodded.
Ruan Fengmian's pupils shrank fiercely.
He glanced at Xi Jiu who was making tea in the kitchen and then lowered his voice to ask Yang Liu, "This Xi Jiu, is he the kid born from Xi Xiaoran and Duan Wei?"
"Yes, that's him." Yang Liu said with a chuckle, "Pretty shocking, right?"
More than just shocking.
