She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Master Zhu was not only worried that his young apprentice would get hurt, he was also worried that his former disciple, whom he admired very much, would get hurt.

What if Manshu finds someone he likes more in the future?

Regret the engagement?

After breaking off the engagement, A Zhan became the laughing stock of the entire City C.

Manshu seemed to see Zhu Lao's concerns and winked at Yan Zhan.

"Master, you are also worried that I will regret being with Uncle San if I meet someone better in the future, right?"

Mr. Zhu snorted.

The girl is young and unstable, so who knows who she will like in the future.

The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh. Even though Mr. Zhu is a little partial to the little girl, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love Yan Zhan at all.

You know, Yan Zhan is also an orphan.

Zhu Lao has treated him as his own child for a long time.

Although I am no longer his master but just a teacher, it does not mean that my emotions will change.

"Master, rest assured. Have you ever seen a young talent who is better than my third uncle?"

Seeing that she was still quite confident in Yan Zhan, Mr. Zhu finally smiled: "Do you still remember the two young men from the imperial capital who came to celebrate my birthday?"

Manshu was stunned, then recalled: "Are you talking about Feng Cheng and Shen Yan?"

"Those two kids are still young, but they are no ordinary people. I am not sure whether their future achievements will surpass your uncle, but they will definitely surpass his icy face in charm."

"You know both of those people. Do you still think that there is no one better than your Third Uncle in the capital?"

Manshu?

It seemed like she had no choice but to admit that those two were indeed the elite among humans.

"They are good, but they are too young. I like the old ones."

In Yan Zhan's ears, Manshu's words kept echoing: I just like the old ones!

Like the old one!

Old!

Is he old?

Mr. Zhu subconsciously looked at Yan Zhan, and when he saw that his face had turned dark, he immediately laughed.

"Hahaha, since you like Lao Niu, then fine. Master has no objection to your business."

"However, since you are getting engaged in such a hurry, how can I prepare a dowry for you?"

Manshu waved his hand nonchalantly: "Oh, no hurry, no hurry, it will be the same if you give it to me when we get married."

Zhu Laobai glanced at her and said, "You are not polite at all."

Manshu curled his lips and said, "Why should I be polite to my own master?"

Chong Yuan "watched" the master and his junior sister getting along with each other with some curiosity. In fact, in their eyes, the master was a weird old man who was particularly difficult to get along with.

His temper was far from being kind.

When they were young, they were educated by being asked to memorize things, and if they couldn't memorize them, they would be beaten.

But why does the master become a kind old man when it comes to my junior sister?

Listen to what Junior Sister said just now. She even dared to ask Master for things directly.

"Then do I also have to give a dowry to my junior sister?" As he said this, Chong Yuan wanted to dig out his eyeballs again.

Manshu quickly stopped him: "Stop it, Senior Brother, I can't afford such a dowry gift from you."

"Disgusted?" Chong Yuan touched his eyeballs.

In fact, these two are glass types and are very valuable.

If someone who knows the matter, they might want to dig out his eyeballs.

"That's not what I meant. I just feel scared."

"Besides, Third Uncle and I are both your junior brothers and sisters. Preparing a dowry gift is not enough."

Manshu is really rude.

Zhu Lao was still cheering on the side: "Yes, let your second brother prepare two. Although he is blind, he has made a lot of money over the years."

Chong Yuan: "...You are truly my dear master!"