Xi Zhi's Guilty Conscience

As they were talking, two people walked in. The leader was an old man with a cane in his hand. His lips were pale, indicating that his health wasn't great, but his eyes were sharp and spirited. He had an imposing presence even when not angry. At the moment, he had a stern expression, showing that his temper wasn't very good.

Beside him, a woman supported him. She had delicate makeup on and was dressed in high-end clothing, giving off a gentle and warm aura. As soon as Xi Tai entered, he saw his icy-faced eldest son holding a chubby little girl in his arms. He instinctively took a step back, looked at the door number, and confirmed that he was in the right place. Was his son possessed by a ghost?

Zhouzhou also curiously looked at his actions and turned to Xi Mo, asking, "Uncle, who is this?"