This statement is somewhat heartless, but it's a realistic issue that both of them should face.
Di Yimo's deep and charming eyes instantly dimmed, but he still clasped Nangong Xiao's hand tightly and didn't relax a bit, his sharp lips slightly parted as he asked, "And then? Keep talking."
Nangong Xiao took a deep breath, deciding it was better to make things clear, so after a moment of thought, she straightforwardly said, "Di Yimo, you're still young, so I don't blame you for your antics. But you need to understand, I call your mommy sister, my biological sister married your second uncle, and my biological brother married your aunt. Tell me, if we were together, how would we calculate our generational ranks? How would we address each other?
Do I follow you and call my brother and sister mom and husband, or should you follow me and call my brother and sister brother and sister?"
Nangong Xiao's words were very straightforward, but it's an inescapable fact.
