Jiangli looked into Fu Shiyan's eyes, just about to reject him, but as she gazed into those eyes, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
In the images flashing through her mind just now, that man also had a pair of beautiful eyes.
Almost identical to Fu Shiyan's eyes.
Thinking of this, Jiangli's heart suddenly contracted.
She stared at Fu Shiyan in a daze, unable to speak for a moment.
Xia Xin was a bit anxious, "Ancestor, you..."
Jiangli was pulled back by his voice and turned to look at him.
Xia Xin was desperately giving her signals, gesturing frantically.
Jiangli looked at Fu Shiyan and suddenly said, "Okay."
Xia Xin's eyes widened.
Wha-what is going on?
Duan Jianchuan and Qing Yue were both somewhat surprised. They were merely pretending to go along with Fu Shiyan's antics, not actually intending to push things.
What is happening now?
Could it be that the abbot actually has liked the third brother for a while?
