Ouyang Xiong's eyes bulged outward, his face flushed red. He stared at the tablet in front of him in disbelief, the hand gripping his cane trembling uncontrollably.
Beside him, Ouyang Xiu leaned forward to take a look, then abruptly snatched the tablet out of An Lan's hands. His face was practically pressed against the screen, as if he wished he could crawl into it.
"Xiao Yihe, how dare you!" After a long moment, Ouyang Xiu gritted his teeth and spat out these three words. Nearby, An Lan, who was watching the drama unfold, crossed her arms, leaned back on the sofa, and reminded them with a smirk.
