As a father, he could see what was going on in the mind of his fourth son.
The old patriarch Duan felt a mix of worry and joy about it.
Bai Chuwei tilted her head and thought for a moment, then burst into laughter, "I have no such plans."
Duan Feihan could have as many marriage certificates as he wanted, the ancient patriarch could arrange that, but sadly Duan Feihan did not want to marry, only to form a Dao companion contract. What a pity, even though he's a citizen in a society governed by law!
Bai Chuwei watched as the old man's face gradually turned sour, and she touched her chin. Could this old man be thinking of her as a scoundrel who fooled around with decent men and left?
Just take advantage of a situation and then leave?
Bai Chuwei spoke with gravity, "Little Duan, I haven't done much to him, at most held hands, and haven't even touched his pants..."
The old man's face bloomed red as he began to cough incessantly.
