Xu Changhe retorted, "Ancestor, let me take Qing Jun. I've been protecting the little girl all this time, it's not right for outsiders to intervene."
"Xu Changhe! I am Qing Jun's father, how am I an outsider?"
"Heh, I've heard of fathers disowning sons, but never sons disowning fathers!"
Seeing the two arguing intensely,
the little girl knitted her brows in distress.
That hateful master! Qing Jun is so sought after, but in her heart there's only her master, yet her master doesn't appreciate it!
To think that in front of others, she so decisively chose her master.
But her master is always indecisive about choosing her!
Unable to bear it any longer, she angrily spoke up:
"Stop arguing, all of you!"
Instantly, the loft fell silent.
Both Xu Buhui and Xu Changhe looked somewhat taken aback at the little girl who suddenly lost her temper.
