At Shen Xinglan's words, Huo Yuran took a breath, while Huo Yuting looked at her dubiously, hardly daring to believe it.
"Are you serious?" Huo Yuran was clearly a bit excited and Huo Yuting tugged at her sleeve.
"I don't lie to the younger generation." Shen Xinglan chuckled, not only was she a senior member of the Tinglan Banquet, she was also...
"You..."
Upon hearing her refer to them as the younger generation again, Huo Yuran's face changed immediately. So the matter of seniority couldn't be just swept under the rug, could it?
"Isn't it true that you're the younger generation? Should I call back to the ancestral home and ask?"
Shen Xinglan glanced at them, saying nothing made Huo Yuran or even Huo Yuting's faces darken.
She was now the darling of the ancestral home. With just a phone call, what awaited them was severe punishment.
Shen Xinglan withdrew her gaze, saying indifferently: "Where is your private room? Lead the way."