Bai Zhi blocked Bai Ming, but it wasn't because she was entirely doing it for Bai Ming's benefit. When the Ancestor turned his face and didn't recognize anyone, he wouldn't hold back.
"Xingxing, let me go, let me go, I want to kill this thing. It's been so many years, and I thought he was dead,"
Bai Ming grew more and more furious as he thought about it. Over the years, he had been searching everywhere for news of his brother, but there was none.
Now, suddenly, he popped up without knowing to come home.
"Great Grandpa, listen to me, Third Grandpa must have had his reasons. It's a good thing that he's back. Can't we have dinner and then talk this over properly?"
Bai Zhi still wouldn't let go of Bai Ming's hand, while Bai Meng stood with his arms crossed in front of him, looking coldly at Bai Ming.
"Xingxing, let him at me. I want to see how he plans to hit me." He was asking for a miracle, daring to hit him.
