Leng Jiao could not persuade Leng Jiuchen not to marry Xiang Qiuci, so she could only advise the old general not to hurt himself because of this matter.
The old general heard Leng Jiao’s words and sighed deeply. “You say it’s easy, but the scene of your father being killed by them is still vivid in my mind.
“If I hadn’t rushed there, your brother might have gone with your father.
“Now, I can stop seeking revenge on their children, but if the Leng family wants to marry their daughter, I can’t do it no matter what! ”!”
“Grandpa Leng is right.”
Suddenly, a magnetic voice came from the door.
The old general and Leng Jiao looked over at the same time. It was Shi Beiyu and Mu Siyin.
Seeing the two of them, the old general quickly stood up from the dining table and said, “Ah Yu, you two...”
Halfway through his words, the old general seemed to have thought of something and said, “If you’re here to persuade that bastard, there’s no need to say anything. I Won’t agree to it.”
