To recover his memory and life, Xu Keke enters various eras to start a counterattack journey to demand justice for the resentful side characters of era novels.
Rehabilitation is non-existent,...
You think my visit today was just to give you face? There's more to it than that..."
"Don't tell me these things, I don't understand them and I don't want to hear them. I can tolerate her, but how long can I tolerate her?" Grandma Qi twisted the light blue crepe handkerchief in her hand, her rosy lips pouting.
Lü An laughed and said, "It's not impossible to teach her a lesson, but not now. You just had a fight with her, and if you make a move, everyone will know it was you."
After a while, everyone had used up all the leverage they could…
Lu An leaned close to Grandma Qi's ear and whispered, "Even if this person dies, no one will say anything, let alone suffer."
If the child had simply accepted the gifts readily, Lü An would have thought he must have some talent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have caught those people's eye.
But she throws tantrums over the smallest things, her capriciousness and disregard for everyone's feelings make him think she's just a child. The fact that she's noticed by those people is simply a matter of first impressions.
"There's plenty of time, why are you in such a hurry, sister?"
Lu Anchong shook his head helplessly, "Brother-in-law, you've really had a hard time. My sister is a good person in every way, except for her quick temper. But there's one good thing about her temper: she gets angry with her own family and then it's over, she doesn't hold grudges."
The Seventh Young Master knew exactly what he meant and replied knowingly, "How could I not know? I pursued her back then because I liked her straightforward personality. Don't worry."
Grandma Qi listened to her brother's words, ignored the two of them, and went about her own business.