Zhuang Lao's eyes narrowed as he looked at Qiao Jingchen and sneered, "Young man, don't be so absolute. Don't commit yourself to things you cannot do, for failing to honor your word only makes you a person without dignity."
Qiao Jingchen knew that Zhuang Lao was provoking him.
He spoke lightly, "Zhuang Lao, there's no need to provoke me. I will not agree to let my sister adopt her child out to the Zhuang family; she has no such obligation."
"Then leave Yuezhou," Zhuang Lao said in a heavy tone.
Qiao Jingchen let out a cold laugh and said, "So that's your true intention, Zhuang Lao. To make me leave Zhuang Yuezhou."
Zhuang Lao smiled faintly and said, "My purpose is to preserve our Zhuang family's heirs and to continue the legacy of our number one embroidery. As for the rest, I don't care."
"Heh," Qiao Jingchen let out a cold laugh.
Leave Zhuang Yuezhou?
He looked at Zhuang Lao and said no more.
