"The Cheng family arrangement? Who arranged it for her?" A middle-aged man outside the door came in and sneered when he heard Ouyang Wei's words. "Let him face his big words himself. The Cheng family shouldn't have to lose face!"
"Cheng Raohan!" Old Master Cheng put down the teacup in his hand without a chance in his expression and interrupted him directly with a sharp gaze.
Taken aback, Ouyang Wei stood up cautiously. "Grandpa Cheng, Uncle Cheng, I…"
No one had mentioned this matter to Old Master Cheng.
His bleak eyes looked endless, as he smiled gently and waved his hands. "It's okay, that kid always has her own ideas."
Listening to Old Master Cheng's words, Ouyang Wei's hands hanging on her both sides tightened slightly, and she just smiled. "I will listen to what you said and won't bother you."
Old Master Cheng took her to the door himself.
After Ouyang Wei left, Old Master Cheng walked back slowly.
