Yang Fanfan also laughed: "The place may be shabby, but I heard you have a daughter over thirty who's still unmarried, and two lovely granddaughters who just came of age. If given the chance, introduce us. I'm a country boy dreaming of getting married. If you don't mind, I could be your son-in-law, or your grandson-in-law. Or maybe both?"
If anyone else dared to say this in front of him, Wuji, they would've already met their end.
But Wuji, to his headache, could only deal with this kid.
"I'm an old man at death's door; I don't have the luck to be your father-in-law. Let's do business properly, according to market price, and settle based on the difficulty of your task. How about that?" Wuji just wanted to send this plague away, so he had to agree.
"Seems like I don't have the luck to be your son-in-law either. I won't disturb you further. I'll send someone to discuss the specifics with you." Having achieved his goal, Yang Fen stood up from the sofa and waved farewell politely.
