Besides the floral scent, Fang Zhi couldn't discern anything else.
"What else? You're an absolute blockhead! How could I have such a dim-witted grandson? I'm incapable of raising such a pigheaded youth!" cried Mr. Fang, as if he wanted to bash his grandson with his walking stick.
But Fang Zhi was agile, skillfully avoiding his blow, making his walking stick hit empty air.
"Weren't you planning to mend the relationship with your daughter-in-law? If so, you should maintain some romantic acts in your daily life. Since you just passed by a flower shop, you could have thought of buying a bouquet for her."
"Moreover, such a practice shouldn't be incidental, but something you frequently engage in, always preparing little surprises. For instance, providing fresh flowers every day, not necessarily purchased from a florist, they can also be picked by yourself. The main point is your sincerity. Only then can she see your effort."
