"They are an elderly couple—" Yan Huaizheng said with a headache.
More importantly, they were Shuzhi's parents.
Yan Qi sneakily glanced up at him and murmured, so softly he thought it was inaudible,
"Respect the old and cherish the young? You haven't shown respect when facing Grandpa, nor have you cherished the young in front of us... Bang!"
A sudden clout hit him, and Yan Qi felt like his forehead was splitting open.
"Has the news really spread back to Lingzhou?" Yan Huaizheng asked in a grave voice.
Yan Qi nodded, "For real! Such a big issue, I, a junior, wouldn't dare to hide it. Uncle Six, my dad said the ring was personally designed by you, for your own use."
His gaze was piercing, and his tone couldn't be more serious,
"Now that ring is on Fengxuan's sister's hand, and since she and I share the same bloodline as siblings, Uncle Six, this matter can no longer be kept secret!"
