Jhiang Zhenghao looked back, the greenery blocked half of his view, but he still keenly spotted Guan Sixing. Moments before, he was all bristles and now his face burst into smiles, "Nephew Guan, you've come at just the right time."
Nephew Guan?
Jhiang Youyou found it grating to her ears.
With a full face of smiles, Jhiang Zhenghao said, "My daughter is pregnant, you—"
"Jhiang Zhenghao." She didn't dare to see what kind of expression would appear on Guan Sixing's face. Jhiang Zhenghao's attitude of selling his daughter made her feel so ashamed that she wanted to vanish on the spot, "If you say another word, I'll smash myself against that lamppost right now."
She turned and walked away.
But Guan Sixing followed her.
She didn't want to see him: "Didn't you hear everything? Why are you following me?"
