Weilan nodded her head, "Zhuang's request is not excessive; it's just that I can't fulfill his wishes, and I don't know what else to say."
"You are the technical heir," Zhuang Yuezhou glanced at her. "Haven't you thought about how to pass on our family's skills?"
"Actually, I have always felt that keeping our techniques a secret isn't a good thing, but it has been like this for hundreds of years. I suppose Zhuang had his considerations and plans, only we can't meet all his demands as he requests," Weilan sighed, a touch of helplessness in her tone: "I also feel very sorry for Zhuang. In this matter with my brother, you, and Zhuang, I can only stand by your side, leaving Zhuang feeling helpless."
"You're suffering as well, aren't you?" Zhuang Yuezhou said as he looked at her.
