The surrounding classmates were talking loudly, and Luoo Cheng, who had good spiritual power, could hear everything clearly. It was undeniable that the strange gazes focusing on him made him feel awkward.
Yian Ruola frowned, unable to hold back her words, "Qiann Yan, no matter what, Uncle Luoo is your father. Don't you think you're being disrespectful to him?"
"Who are you?" Qiann Yan's gaze fell on Yian Ruola. "What right do you have to speak between my father and me?"
Yian Ruola hadn't expected Qiann Yan to be so rude to her, and a wave of anger surged within her. "I may not have the right, but I think what you did just now was too much. Uncle Luoo's attitude has been good enough, but you keep dragging on like this, with that posture, do you think because you have some skills, you can look down on him?"
Qiann Yan retorted, "What strange ideas are you imagining? Which eye or ear of yours saw or heard me looking down on him?"
