"Xiaoya, do you like Xiaofan?" Seeing Yin Xiaofan leave, Master Yang found Yang Xiaoya still staring at the door, looking worried. Master Yang's expression suddenly became strange.
"Grandpa, you're just saying that, how could I possibly like him?" Yang Xiaoya's face turned red upon hearing Master Yang's words.
"The hero saved the beauty. You like him, yet he has nothing to do with it," Master Yang said with a smile, "I'm really pleased with this young fellow. If you actually could make a fortune, I would feel relieved."
"Master Yang, what are you trying to do? Xiaofan is my son-in-law; you can't rob me," Mr. Wang said directly, not beating around the bush.
"What do you think?" But Master Yang said disdainfully, "It's all fate's arrangement. Maybe Xiaofan likes my granddaughter like that."
"What man doesn't like a gentle girl?" Mr. Wang said with a laugh. "Our Yingying is actually very virtuous, beyond the reach of ordinary people."
