Before he could even feel happy that he was no longer the youngest, Xu Chaoci interrupted his reverie.

"Nanzhi looks so young, how could she be older than me?"

Xu Chaoci: "I'm a year older than you, but I am indeed young."

Xu Qingzhou: "..."

However, compared to the question of who is bigger or smaller, Nam Gyi is more important.

"Then I can visit her more often in the future, right? Dad, how about you invite her to our house?"

Before Xu Mo could explain after hearing Xu Qingzhou's words, a sharp voice came from behind him.

"Xu Mo, you actually plan to bring her back? Have you forgotten what I said?"

The group hadn't been trying to hide their conversation from Mo Wenhui, so they weren't surprised to see her coming over.

Xu Mo frowned, but Mo Wenhui interrupted him again as he was about to explain.

“Since you want to bring her back, then Yu’er must also be given the surname Xu and be brought back in a grand manner.”

Mo Wenhui's anger was clearly visible on her face.

Of course, their determination to bring Mo Yu back was equally firm.

"Namzhi hasn't even acknowledged us yet, what's the rush?"

Xu Mo looked at Mo Wenhui indifferently, his tone somewhat cold.

Mo Wenhui was not relieved at all; on the contrary, she was even more certain that Nanzhi had a treacherous plan.

"I don't care what she thinks. In short, before we bring her back, Yu'er must become a daughter of the Xu family. That's the condition."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Wenhui turned around and left angrily.

The father and his two sons were all in a bad mood because of Mo Wenhui.

Xu Qingzhou's face showed anger:

Why is my mom like this?

Xu Mo sighed and said to his youngest son:

"Don't blame your mother, she just likes Mo Yu too much."