Yang Xian sharply sensed that the atmosphere ahead was out of the ordinary.
He glanced up and immediately saw five men who bore a striking resemblance to each other.
All five men's eyes were fixed on the hand he was holding with Mianmian, that mix of various emotions ultimately converged into the word "jealousy," causing Yang Xian to stifle his laughter.
He raised the corners of his mouth, approaching the five men with the fearlessness of a calf unaware of tigers, slightly raising his eyebrows in a calm manner as he followed Mianmian's steps to meet them.
"Great grandnephew, third grandnephew, fifth grandnephew, sixth grandnephew, seventh grandnephew, why have you all come? Mianmian is so happy!"
Mianmian looked from one to the other, doing her utmost to reflect her role as the family leader with "fairness."