No matter how much Wan Lizheng pleaded, Wan Dazhong just chuckled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Wan Lizheng couldn't contain his anger and began to grunt about his younger brother Wan Erniu, "Just let him be. The Qian family's girl is only thirteen this year, and even if the betrothal is settled, she won't get married until two years later. Looking at her tender and frail little body, she doesn't seem easy to raise. I'm only two years older than you and I already have four grandchildren. Your family line is already thin, and you still indulge Dazhong's whims. Being good-looking is useless if a person isn't wise and virtuous; marrying such a girl would be unfortunate for the family."
Wan Erniu said helplessly, "Ah, Dazhong has been fond of that girl for a long time. If he likes her, then let him be."
Wan Lizheng was so angry he gritted his teeth, but he felt helpless regarding these father and son.
