Ye Xingbei nodded, "Alright."
The old master of their family has some psychological shadows.
Out of five children, four are gone, and he constantly worries that this last one might also face some danger, wishing he could put Gu Junzhu in a safe.
"You're pretty pitiful too," Ye Xingbei teased him, "You look quite impressive, but actually you have the lowest status at home; you have to listen to the old master above you and your son below you. Aren't you at the bottom of the food chain?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Gu Junzhu pinched her cheek, "You forgot yourself, I have to listen to you in the middle. Luckily, we have a few dogs at home, otherwise my status in our house would be second to last!"
Ye Xingbei was amused by him, giggling, shaking her head and saying, "It's not that bad; there are still Ah Zui and Ah Jue below you!"
