Luo Tianyuan frowned, "Can't you say anything nice, kid?"
Fan Wubing laughed, "I believe the Patriarch Luo invited me here not to hear pleasant words from me."
Luo Tianyuan really doubted whether Fan Wubing was truly sixteen. The sixteen-year-olds he had encountered were either arrogant and tyrannical, timid and shrinking, youthful and reckless, or decadent and affected...
"Enough, let's get back to the main topic." Luo Tianyuan said, "Just tell me directly, are you willing to marry Qingyao?"
Such directness!
Fan Wubing pondered for a moment, "I see her as a junior sister."
"What are you hesitating for?" Luo Tianyuan said, "I know there's another girl by your side. Zhu Zixuan personally recommended her for the Dao Trial, so she must also be a talented child. An outstanding person is always surrounded by many people. I have been there, so I won't force you to make a choice. But you must tell me clearly, are you willing to marry Qingyao or not."
