"Objects?" Old Man Xian looked at him and humphed coldly, "You little rascal, you are just a f*cking piece of sh*t!"
Xian Zihao's expression darkened. Jiang Ruolan was trying her best to hold back a smile as she tried her best to keep quiet and put on an air show.
"Aiyo, Dad. Didn't you ask Liuxian to play chess with you? The meal hasn't even started yet, so why are you coming down now?" Zhan An's voice suddenly came from behind the door in the corner of the hall.
When she saw them blocking the door, she immediately smiled joyfully. "Ruolan is here! When did you arrive? "
"Mom." Finally, someone who was good to her. Jiang Ruolan politely nodded towards Zhan An and handed over the gift box in her hands. "This is the tonic I bought for grandpa."
"This child, you are a member of the Xian Family, why do you have to bring a gift?"
