Tong Airui turned his head to glance at the door and whispered, "This is a war between Muta DaDa and Royce's aunt. I'd better not get involved."
Yi Luowa nodded in agreement, "Luckily Constar isn't Muta Uncle's son. If he were, how could he not resent you? By then, even if Aunt and Leon stood by you, Muta DaDa would always have a barrier with you."
"Let's not talk about other people's business anymore. Shouldn't these two in our family eat something?"
Yi Luowa glanced at the time, pushed open the door, and walked out. In no time, she brought the nanny inside, and the four adults catered to the two little ones as they ate something.
Sangyu and Ziyan ate until they were full, then leaned back on the sofa, twisting their little legs, and started chatting gleefully.
Yuan Hang and Kou'er knocked and came in, noticing the heated chatter, and smiled as they looked at Yi Luowa, "What are they talking about? Do you understand them?"
