As soon as Lan Ling spoke, the Ghost Ancestor immediately agreed gossipingly, "Jing'er, Ling'er is absolutely right this time."
Lan Ling rolled his eyes at his master, the old man was gossiping again. Don't think he didn't know, the old man was also very curious about whether Little Jing zi and Han Litong were related.
Han Jing looked at them with a face full of black lines: "Why are you more interested in my heritage than I am?"
Xiao Xue tilted her little face up, transforming into a curious baby: "Mother, what is heritage? Does Xiao Xue have heritage?"
Han Jing poked her bun face: "Yes, of course you do, your heritage is that you are my daughter, and I am your mother!"
Xiao Xue inferred: "Then Mother's heritage is that you are Grandmother's daughter, and Grandmother is your mother?"
Han Jing gave her a loud kiss on the face, raising an eyebrow towards the three pairs of gossiping eyes: "See, you're not as smart as Xiao Xue!"
Xiao Xue proudly said: "Of course!"
