"So, little sister, I have met all of you brothers." Cheng Jiaoniang saluted again and said.

With such an extra sister for nothing, the men were a little at a loss and returned the favor indiscriminately.

The third child, Xu Maoxiu, raised his hand to support him.

The maid here brought Brother Jin over and knelt down and kowtowed.

"I've met the gentlemen."

The men were so panicked that they jumped away.

This is the first time they have heard the title Lang Jun in their lives.

Xu Maoxiu sat back and accepted the etiquette.

"My parents, Xu Maoxiu, have both died. I have lived for twenty-four years, and now I have a younger sister." He said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I have lived for eighteen years..." Xu Bangchui also hurriedly said.

Brother Jin groaned and looked at Xu Bangchui.

"Brother Bangchui, are you only eighteen years old?" he asked.

Xu Bangchui is tall and thick, with a big head and round arms, a beard as thick as hair, and a wide stare.

"Yes, I am only eighteen years old. I am also a good man." He said.

Brother Jin couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you older than my father?" He smiled.

"Your father is not a good man like me!"

Talking and laughing rang out in the room, sweeping away the restraint just now.

Looking at the seven people who were becoming less restrained, Cheng Jiaoniang curled her lips.
Chapter completed!