Sister Lan was both angry and sad. She hadn't even left. "Young Master, what's so wrong with being like me? The people who look like this are lucky," she said.
Nian Junting nodded and responded, "You're right, though. Seven years ago when you first came here, you looked like Luo, and now, you look like this. You have clearly been living a good life in my place."
Sister Lan didn't know what to say.
Luosang hurriedly looked at herself. She wouldn't become like Sister Lan in seven years, would she?
Nian Junting smiled and said, "Don't worry. Even if you become like Sister Lan, I still won't abandon you."
Luosang snorted and said, "What makes you think that you have the right to abandon me? Seven years from now, I'll only be 30, while you'll be almost 40. You'll be a middle-aged man."
Nian Junting's face darkened. "Nonsense. I'll still be a stylish man when I'm 40."
