"Beautiful yet pitiable women can change a man's fate with but a single sentence—under such circumstances, not just a seventeen-year-old boy but even older men can't help but become arrogant, vain, and with their heads turned, hastily agree," Mrs. Jiutiao said, "Shensheng did well."
There had been a ceremony earlier, and she hadn't asked Jiutiao Shensheng about the specifics of his methods.
Jiutiao Meijie began to laugh.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Jiutiao asked with a smile, affectionately grabbing her daughter's hand.
"Jiutiao Shensheng has been disliked by Dubian this time. Perhaps when Dubian is looking after the Jiutiao Family in the future, he may settle scores with him."
"Dislike?" Mrs. Jiutiao didn't comment on the other information her daughter's words conveyed.
"Yes." Jiutiao Meijie nodded elegantly, "Dubian came back fuming, believing he had been looked down upon by Jiutiao Shensheng."
"He didn't plead?"
