"To put it bluntly, in my father's heart, family interests are still the most important. With the old woman threatening to commit suicide, he just went along and compromised. Now it's different. As long as you're here, Yan Fei is here, I'm pretty free."
Ma Yuman held onto Qiann Yan's arm: "I guess I'm holding onto the big leg now."
Qiann Yan understood and didn't reject Ma Yuman's flattery. This tool person was still useful and quite handy.
Linn Huai sat aside, eyes fixed on Ma Yuman holding onto Qiann Yan's arm, a look of envy in his eyes, with a hint of jealousy.
Sometimes the tool person isn't that likable, especially when they're overly close to Yanyan, something he never got.
