Uh!
Zhan Se laughed as he pushed his shoulder.
"I was just kidding with Ai Lun, can't you see I was teasing him?"
"Fuck! You don't know what Iron Hand feels about you..."
The words that blurted out were stopped halfway by Lord Quan the Fourth. After all, so much time had passed since then, and besides, Iron Hand and Little Ai were about to get married. It didn't seem right to bring it up again. He pat her head, wrapped an arm around her, and sat on the sofa. His train of thought abruptly shifted, and he suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, us folks from this generation are lucky not to have taken the same old path as the previous one."
Zhan Se paused for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant.
The Five Arts of the Quan family of the previous generation, a pair of twin sisters, and an uncle who was in love with his sister-in-law.
This generation...?
Zhan Se couldn't help but shiver. The social structure was indeed strikingly similar.
