Xu Manning pitifully clung to Yu Huizhi's hand in a familiar way, refusing to let go.
Li Qiyuan and Yu Huizhi, the elderly couple, had no reason to refuse, but the situation was too complex at the moment, and they dared not agree immediately.
"Yu… Auntie." Zhao Qingge felt a bit awkward calling her that, but soon her expression became natural again: "If I stay at your house, it won't be too much trouble for you and Uncle, will it?"
Yu Huizhi didn't answer, and Xu Manning grumbled unhappily, "Acting like a spring chicken, dreaming I'll call you little Xiaoge and thinking you're still young? You'll be thirty-three after the New Year, and in traditional years that's thirty-four, and soon you'll be forty, yet you shamelessly try to call her Aunt like me?"
Zhao Qingge's eyes turned icy, "Say that again?!"
