Really, if we're talking about it, we've had many years of old friendship under our belts, and who hasn't taken something from the other? It's all too muddled to argue over.
But... I really can't bear to part with these tea leaves.
Old Zhu slowly took a deep breath, his gaze drifting involuntarily, "Then your son, when he sees my granddaughter, he still has to call her 'niece' and treat her as an uncle – would it be proper for an uncle to compete with his niece's family?"
Old Yun glared at him, "That's a meaningless thing to say—"
As the two argued, another elder, who was playing chess with a dark and gloomy face, suddenly curled the corner of his mouth and took out his cell phone, "Old Zhu, give me your granddaughter's phone number. It's not easy for a young lady to go to the countryside; I'll help her expand the sales channels for this tea."
