Xu Xiaoyou: "..."
Members of the associations: "..."
Company executives: "..."
Angelina leapt heavily from behind, the lance spinning in her palm.
She glanced at Xu Xiaoyou, then at Tifa whose words were shocking, seemingly unsurprised:
"You have a child?"
Who knew Tifa would turn to Angelina, her joy fading to a submissive expression.
"Is there anything you need me to do, 'Father'?"
Angelina: "..."
She rubbed her forehead with difficulty, casting a disdainful glance at Xu Xiaoyou.
"It seems we have quite a deep relationship on some world line." Xu Xiaoyou looked pleased.
Angelina suddenly lifted the lance, pointing it at Tifa, her jaw clenched, looking as if she was a step away from exploding.
"You better clarify what those two titles mean, or I'll pierce you with this lance!"
"Of course, even if you explain, I'll still do it."
"Why so angry?" Tifa tilted her head. "'Father.'"
"Enough, stop calling me that!" Angelina looked embarrassed and furious.
