Yuan Qiran wanted to say something, but in the end, he chose to remain silent and just watched as Yuan Jingran mingled back and forth with their parents.
Finally, it was the old man's decisive hammer-stroke that settled the matter, with no room for change, and though reluctant, Yuan Qiran had to quietly agree with a resigned "okay."
"Grandpa, rest assured, I will take good care of Cousin," Yuan Jingran said with a grin.
"Good, good, Jingran is starting to know how to work hard... that's good..." Grandpa Jiang expressed high praise for the previously indolent and profligate Demon Lord of Mayhem, who seemed to have turned over a new leaf, and Yuan Qiran watched with an itch he couldn't scratch.
He had been diligent for years, always receiving nothing but the old man's faint look, without a single word of excess praise. On the other hand, Yuan Jingran received abundant compliments for just a little effort, which was truly unfair.
