The tolerance of the older generation and the impulsiveness of the young clashed in his heart, leaving him feeling torn.
Eventually, he sighed, the wrinkles between his brows as if a silent protest against this troubled mortal world.
"Enough, now is not the time for quarreling, the disappearance of Jiang Youfu is truly unfortunate, especially considering his incomplete senses make his situation all the more perilous. Our top priority is to find him as soon as possible, that's the right thing to do."
Fang Qin showed little interest in the fate of Jiang Youfu, her mind occupied more by thoughts of how to conceal her own secrets; any dispute with Lady Zhao would only complicate matters further.
Thus, she chose to give a cold shoulder, casting a disdainful glance at Lady Zhao and emitting a derisive snort from her nose before turning to walk inside, soothing her child in her arms, seeking some comfort in the warmth of her family.
