"Of course." Zong Zhan looked up and exhaled smoke, his voice deepened, "As long as I'm here, the Zong Family will be fine. Unless the day comes when she drives me to death, then that's another story."
"She's not as bad as you think, just has too many tricks up her sleeve." Shang Yu casually put down his towel, glanced up at Zong Zhan, "If it's really hard to deal with, you can always back off."
Zong Zhan's gaze paused, his head resting on the chairback, he looked down playfully, "Shang Xiaowu, don't tell me you want to intervene."
The man's lips curved imperceptibly, "She's someone Qiaoqiao values."
"Our sister-in-law sure has a questionable taste." Zong Zhan extended his arm and flicked the ash off his cigarette, "She couldn't pick someone better to value than that sly individual."
Shang Yu's deep eyes swept over him meaningfully and said, "If you dislike her so much, why did you chase her all the way to the South Sea?"
