Zhao Yi: "Dreams are always necessary. I used to be annoyed with Old Tian for finding me a stepmother, but if it's a real stepmother, I wouldn't mind."
Li Zhiyuan looked at the little notebook clutched in Zhao Yi's hand.
Zhao Yi solemnly placed the notebook into his chest pocket and patted it with his hand.
"Li, I have to say, this time you are truly generous, not holding anything back. I know this is your treasure trove, and I'll definitely cherish it."
"What do you think learning this will bring you?"
"Naturally, to make my future endeavors on the river more..."
Halfway through his sentence, Zhao Yi stopped, sweat appearing on his forehead.
Li Zhiyuan: "If you try to play tricks with it, it will certainly play tricks back on you."
Zhao Yi first let out a sigh, then wiped his forehead, dramatically shook his hand,
and said with a smile:
"Upon reflection, it's actually not as scary as I imagined. Perhaps it's because I've gotten used to being fooled by you in the past?"
