This round of conversation had clearly struck a nerve. Still not satisfied, the old man continued piling on, "Of course, I won't stop you if you want to exchange gossip. After all, Nanxun will be your aunt soon. Why don't you find out about that Cheng family boy in your spare time. He might be your future uncle."
Uncle? He should go and find out all about them in his spare time? He must be dreaming.
He didn't have the time. He would never have the time.
Zhou Sinian truly felt he was about to go mad. He had to leave immediately, or even if the old man didn't poison him to death today, he would still die from exasperation.
He rose hastily to his feet without uttering a goodbye and stormed out.
Seeing his grandson reduced to such a state, instead of regret the old man had a face of gloating, "Serves him right."
Ye Nanxun honestly didn't know what she could say to express her incredibly excellent mood at the moment. All she managed was 'satisfying'.
