This blatant, unadorned protection...
The man in front of me feels like a drifting cloud, elegant and detached, not lingering in the world for a moment, but his figure somehow appears tall and strong in my eyes.
It's downright... an imposing aura...
"Old man, your apprentice bullied me, wuwuwu… I don't want to live anymore!! A junior has climbed over my head." The old crone threw herself into Lin Huan's arms, pulling out the pack of tissues Zhang Che had given her and wiping away tears while sobbing.
Lin Huan subconsciously reaches out to steady the old woman's form and sighed, "Zhang Che simply doesn't like that you favor boys over girls. Nowadays, there is gender equality—having a son or a daughter is the same. You shouldn't have been so harsh to Wanwan."
"How is it the same? As a woman, who doesn't hope that what they give birth to is a son."
