Gu Shi's eyes lit up.
Mu Qingyin was not bad, only that, his health was not that good.
But it did not matter.
If Mu Qingyin became the Gu family's son-in-law, he would let Qian Kun do his best to treat him even if it meant using all the medicine.
As long as he could straighten his little devil.
"Father." Mu Qingyin sighed helplessly. "I have poor health. Don't worry too much. Just don't drag the little girl down. Besides, I'm quite old now and Young Lady Gu has not even reached the age of eighteen."
"Nonsense." The old man glared at him. "You're only sixteen. Why not?"
"…" Mu Qingyin's felt uncomfortable. "Father, when can you remember that I'm almost thirty?"
"Oh, you're almost thirty years old. Then, you better don't let the girl be wasted."
The old man pursed his lips.
Mu Qingyin felt a sword piercing through his heart—sad and helpless.
