Old Man Xian’s Birthday Banquet I

Although Old Man Xian's face did not look too good, and when his gaze landed on Jiang Ruolan, it was very cold, but he was still the head of the Xian Family. He did not want to cause any trouble at his birthday banquet, so he did not answer Cui Liuxian's question and only said coldly, "Now, the hearts of young people, I don't even know how many flowers they can bend, but since you are standing here, you should know how to restrain yourself! Do not play any tricks in front of us, seniors!"

"Grandpa's words must be referring to me, right?" Xian Guiying caught up quickly and took a big step forward. She glanced at Cui Liuxian, who had an unrestrained expression, and suddenly sneered as she pushed her away from the Old Man, openly wrapping her arm around the Old Man's arm. 

She said half mockingly and half coquettishly, "Grandfather, look at your 'supposed' granddaughter. Is she someone who likes to play tricks too?"