"Our families are related, and when they need help, they must help! There's no need for adding ties upon ties!" That's what Fang Li thought. To marry Pei Qin, he would agree, but Pei Qian? No way!
"Cousin won't agree!" Fang Liuming could say that he had almost grasped Pei Qin's temper. When Li Baoxiang's arm was broken, she, pregnant at the time, rushed to the Sun family in the middle of the night, listening to Miao's complaints, only hearing him explain the truth. She even defended him; not to mention her own cousin Qian who she had raised and nurtured. Even if others found her too fierce and unpleasant, that was her own little sister, her very own Little Radish that she had grown up.
Old Scholar Fang looked at him, his frown growing tighter, his gaze piercing and sharp. His grandson had truly grown up, become calculating!
