Xiao Qiang wore a slight smile on his face: 'Uncle Miao, I will certainly give it some thought. If my schedule allows, I, Xiao Qiang, will go without hesitation.'
Miao Yueshan looked at the man before him, shook his head helplessly. Regardless, a solution for this situation was necessary. But since that object had left the old fellow's hand, a resolution seemed possible.
A smile settled on Miao Yueshan's face: 'Xiao Qiang, you are destined for greatness!'
Xiao Qiang shook his head. To him, his ultimate desire would be fulfilled only if he could traverse the skies and attain the position of an immortal someday.
Miao Ke'er hadn't gone far. Pouting, she kicked pebbles in the garden, mumbled, 'That damn Xiao Qiang, that stinking Xiao Qiang! He disregards not only his uncle but also me, the jerk!'
She wasn't all that angry; she just wanted to see Xiao Qiang's attitude towards her. She wanted to know if Xiao Qiang actually understood her feelings for him.
