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"She won't cause any trouble, she's got a good heart," Chen Xiaoyi gently furrowed his brows.
In his eyes, she was too good, too pure, giving the impression of an uncarved gem unlike Lin Jiajing's simple nature.
Yao Zibao, in his adolescence, was infatuated with beautiful girls, and Chen Xiaoyi could understand that. To appreciate and truly fancy someone like Peng Fang with her kind of beauty, one would need a certain life experience that Yao Zibao, pampered from a young age and full of pride and arrogance, naturally wouldn't fall for Peng Fang.
The Yao Family had overestimated their youngest son's emotional intelligence.
"Yao Ke is quite fond of your cousin," said Chen Xiaoyi, partly to console the Zhao Family.
Zhao Wensheng shook his head, "After talking to my mom, she said that fate is predestined. We have no intention of forcing Zibao. Afang has no such thoughts either."
