"I'll leave it to you to deal with grandma. If you can't deal with her, either of you two can marry me."
Saying these words somewhat casually and unquestioningly, he opened the door to the study and lazily walked out.
In the study room, Qianye Feng and Li Tianjin had two different expressions.
Qianye Feng went a little crazy because of Mo Xiaoran's last words.
"Young master, isn't he? It's true that I like men, but I have never thought about getting married to him."
He grabbed Li Tianjin's arm with some excitement and said angrily.
But Li Tianjin glanced at Qianye Feng somewhat coldly at this moment.
She reached out and indifferently removed his hand from his arm.
A low voice came from his mouth——
"Don't worry, even if you are willing, the old lady will not agree."
After saying this, he also left the study.
Qianye Feng was left sitting in the study with some distress, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
In the afternoon, Liuyu Villa began to become lively.
There is no other reason, just because Mo Xiaoran's grandmother, the old lady, came back from burning incense in other places.
Everyone was ready to open the door to welcome the old lady back home.
And Lin Ran and Black Eagle are no exception.
Since she is Mo Xiaoran's grandma, politely they should come out to greet her.
This is not in modern times, where she has the final say on everything.
Before she could gain a firm foothold in this ancient world, she really had to comply with the saying that when people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads.
Not long after they waited, a large sedan that could accommodate three or four people was carried in from outside the gate.
The decoration of the sedan chair is somewhat luxurious, so that the people sitting in it will not feel tired due to the long journey.
As the sedan fell down, the curtain was slowly opened.
Two people came out of the sedan.
The leader was an old man who was nearly 70 years old. Her head of white hair showed her true age at this time.
But his face was filled with a glowing red complexion.
There was a hint of kindness in the slightly raised corners of her lips.
She was holding a shoulder-length crutch in one hand, and her left hand was being supported by a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old.