C183 The Capital's Xiao Clan

Xiao Yumin also obediently sat by the side and smiled from time to time, just like how she used to attend various occasions.

But in front of such a family, she still felt a sense of oppression from top to bottom.

Sitting on the main seat of the sofa in front of her was an old man with meticulously combed hair. He held a dragon-headed crutch with both hands and had a dignified expression