This time, the commotion was quite significant. Naturally, old man Xie Jian wanted to achieve a result he would be satisfied with—not only Xie Qikan, but also Xie Qiyan. Killing two birds with one stone was his best plan.
"Grandpa, you know..."
Xie Qiyan's face was ashen, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his alluring peach blossom eyes carried a hint of gloom. His voice was hesitant. Deep down, he wasn't opposed to marriage; the rumors were false. Yet for him, love—especially at his age—was the most sacred thing, his final stronghold. He didn't want to risk love on anything, no matter the circumstances.
But given Grandpa's current state... Xie Qiyan, usually nonchalant and carefree to the point of recklessness, couldn't bear to see his grandfather saddened, especially now.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
At the critical moment, old man Xie Jian stealthily glanced at his eldest grandson, then seized the opportunity to cough several times.
