“Grandmother, which are you asking about?” Tianming embarrassedly asked.

“Miss Ling’er.”

When Tianming started giggling, Dongshen Yue bonked him on the head, making him see stars.

“Alright, alright! I get it. Don’t worry, she’s mine. Even unto death and all that.” Tianming blinked.

“Then what about the other two? Can you get them?” Dongshen Yue anxiously asked.

“Get them? Don’t be like that, Grandmother. Our relationship is very pure and family friendly,” Tianming laughed. Actually, he understood that Dongshen Yue had already been won over by their talent. But Tianming was clear on his relationships with Xiaoxiao and Moran. He knew...