"Good, good, good, you're no less than your brother and sister," Old Sir Rui said while turning to his old friend beside him, "Don't you think?"
"Indeed, I still can't forget Comrade Fang Wei's grace from back in the day," a chubby old man chuckled with a smile.
"That's right, this lad has eyes like hers, as if nothing could ever bring him down. Full of spirit," another old man, with a plain face but sharp eyes, nodded.
Lin Xiaoguai realized that her mother-in-law seemed more beloved among the older generation than Han Kuang. It made sense; as an intelligence worker on the battlefield, she would have to deal with various military units, so it wasn't strange that she had formed some goodwill.
Moreover, no matter how many reasons Han Kuang had, what's done was done, and everyone saw that he was the one at fault towards Gu Fangwei; there was no second opinion on that.
