Ha ha, Third Master Zheng imitating Master Xiang's Southern accent made his wife and Liu Zhizhong, Feng Xiaoyue all burst into laughter.
Even the eight family bodyguards, four men and four women, couldn't help but smile.
The atmosphere at the scene became much more relaxed.
Liu Zhizhong laughed while feeling a bit confused inside. Damn it, am I really going to be a godson?
He could only touch his nose, embarrassed, and said, "Um... Third Uncle, are you joking? What virtue or ability does Liu Zhizhong have to become your godson? Isn't this... a temporary strategy to fend off the Yuan Family's mother and son? How come... hehe, you took it seriously?"
Saying this, he put on an innocent look, laughed, and scratched his head.
Feng Xiaoyue nudged his arm lightly and said with a bit of coquettishness, "Alright! Father Zheng has said so, and you're still not calling him godfather? Why so much nonsense?"
