...He was actually getting a headache over this kind of issue, and it was true he could never quite understand a girl's thoughts. He silently felt relieved that his daughter had grown up under An Zilan's care. If she'd grown up under the old master's, she would have likely turned into a tomboy, just like him and his brothers—always solving problems with their fists, the hardest punch dictated the rules.
He remembered back to when they used to decide where to eat, and they would all end up baring their teeth at each other at the restaurant.
However, it was because of this that their brotherly bond grew stronger. Perhaps his four nephews handled things not too differently from their past methods?
No.
