Chang Zhi paused before speaking to his third brother again, "Also, third brother, don't go on and on about wanting a son—you've forgotten the oath you took, but I have always remembered it. If you have any spare time, you should spend it reflecting on yourself. And I'm not criticizing you, third brother, but in the future, you must really watch your words."
Chang Lian, "...."
Could he even berate anyone? This kid was practically saying that he was destined to only have daughters.
Zhulan, "...."
Today was an eye-opener; not only was Chang Zhi naturally sardonic, but he also had a venomous tongue—his words were like needles to the heart, and look at that combat power he unleashed as soon as he spoke.
Chang Zhi glared around, and good, no one else seemed inclined to speak.
