Upon hearing that Lu Fengxuan actually pleaded for him, Yan Qi couldn't help but lift his head to look at her.
From his position, he could only see half of her profile, just like the first time he saw her at the bar, driving away the hooligan.
The first time he saw her, she seemed familiar, and he sensed an inexplicable warmth and closeness in his heart.
Now, Yan Qi realized that Lu Fengxuan's profile resembled that of Uncle Six.
She was Uncle Six's biological daughter, and the same Yan Family blood flowed in their veins.
When Yan Qi thought about this, the lonely figure of Yan Huaizheng throughout his life crossed his mind, as well as the memories of Uncle Six teaching them to box, treating them like his own children.
So he looked up at Lu Fengxuan again and muttered in his mind,
Considering she is Uncle Six's daughter, he, as her seventh brother, could give in a little. If Grandpa wants to be partial, let him be partial—it's not like it's to an outsider.
