In the living room, Xi Xiaoran sat on the sofa, with Old Master Xi and Duan Wei sitting to his left and right respectively.
Ruan Qi ran in like a gust of wind.
All three people on the sofa lifted their heads in unison.
Ruan Qi paused, her gaze landing on Xi Xiaoran.
"Grandpa Xi, aunt, about uncle he..."
Before she could finish, Xi Xiaoran, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly spoke up, "Is she Ah Nine's wife?"
During the Spring Festival, Xi Xiaoran's head had been shaved clean by Duan Wei, but after four months of growth and trims, it had become a crew cut.
His eyes were now clear, the ferocity and madness gone from his thin face, replaced by the composed and refined demeanor of a mature man.
Xi Jiu followed Xi Xiaoyun into the living room, and upon seeing his father like this, his gaze hesitated for a moment before he walked over to Ruan Qi and took her hand.
Ruan Qi bowed slightly to Xi Xiaoran with a hint of nervousness, "Uncle, you..."