Charlie Quinn moved his lips, looking at Connor Grant's smug expression. He felt a bit uneasy: "Connor, you seem to really like sister-in-law."
"Of course I like her..." Connor instinctively answered, suddenly realizing and lunging at Charlie, gripping his neck tightly, "Charlie, what do you mean? Are you trying to get me beaten up by my brother?"
Charlie forcefully pulled the frantic Connor aside, speaking seriously: "Connor, you should have dug into Lily Shaw's background, right? She's a hundred times more formidable than we imagined."
"Charlie, I despise you. Isn't that better? Do you wish my sister-in-law was some fragile, weepy Lydia Lynn type? Heh, my brother wouldn't even look at women like that." Connor clicked his tongue in disdain, flipping Charlie the bird: "My sister-in-law can handle social gatherings and manage the kitchen, both literate and physically adept. A woman like her, you won't find another even with a lantern in hand this lifetime."
