"No way around it, since you, as the eldest son, have run off, the old man insists that I get married every day for the sake of continuing the Leng Family line," Leng Zirui leaned in, nudging his arm. "I thought the girl just now wasn't bad, how about you introduce me?"
"She's mine!" Leng Zimo said dominantly.
"Deal!" Leng Zirui chuckled sinisterly, showing him the voice recorder pen in his hand. "Now, I can report back to the old man!"
He pressed the voice recorder pen and immediately their conversation played back.
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"I thought the girl just now wasn't bad, how about you introduce me?"
"She's mine!"
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Leng Zimo frowned in displeasure, "You're sick!"
