Little Six chuckled awkwardly, "A live-in son-in-law isn't necessary, but I really hope Liu Zixuan can marry my daughter!"
"Get lost!"
Madman Zhou habitually slammed a vegetable knife on the table, "While everyone's here, let me say this first: Liu Zixuan can only be my son-in-law. Anyone who wants to compete, ask my knife first."
"That's unreasonable. Your daughter isn't married to Liu Zixuan, so why is he your son-in-law? Which one here has worse prospects than you?" Little Six replied unhappily.
"I think Little Six has a point. Since they're not married, everyone should have a fair chance to compete," Diwu Qingfeng laughed.
"What are you stirring up trouble for, old man? Your daughter must be nearly forty!" Madman Zhou scolded.
"But I have a granddaughter!" Diwu Qingfeng stroked his goatee, chuckling, "Come to think of it, Liu Zixuan's my granddaughter Qingrou's savior. In ancient times, she'd be pledged to him!"
