Although the atmosphere was pleasant, they were talking about unimportant things. Just as Qiao An was about to give up, Qianqian suddenly changed the topic.
"Uncle, I heard from my father that you saw someone who looked like Brother Xiao Ming a few days ago. Where did you see him? What was he wearing?"
Qiao An's heart tightened.
This question clearly revealed a grudge against Xiao Ming.
Wouldn't Brother Xiao Ming be in danger?
At this moment, Qiao An pulled Huo Xiaoran up and stuffed the wine glass into his hand. "Brother Xiaoran, let's toast the elders."
Huo Xiaoran was a little stunned, but looking at Qiao An's solemn expression, he guessed that there was a reason.
He stood up and cooperated with Qiao An to come to Old Master Xiao. "Grandpa, An'an and I are used to being carefree. We might not be strict enough with the Xiao family's military style. Old Master, please forgive me."
