Mo stifled a chuckle on the side; it was evident that Luo Qianqian was just being a bit mean.
Tantan is so little, and the Elders are so old, isn't calling them grandpa perfectly normal?
The issue arose here: Tantan suddenly had sisters, entrusted by the elders of the dwarf tribe, the little kid who was clearly in the granddaughter generation suddenly gained seniority… But there was no helping it; her adopter had quite the status.
Though the background wasn't extraordinarily powerful, it was influential enough. Moreover, the Nine Heavens Pavilion had what they needed, even crucial for their dwarf tribe's potential rise. How could they not care?
The Seventh Elder's face was peculiar, yet he only pouted and didn't say much.
Luo Qianqian immediately looked down, her shoulders shaking. Wasn't this Tantan just too adorable? She was simply her little bundle of joy!
"Shiliu, get Tantan a… err, a roasted marshmallow, yes." Luo Qianqian said to He Wenyu, incredibly happy.
