Uncle Luo sighed. In this restless society, it's rare to find someone willing to discuss literature and ideals with him. Even though he is usually quiet at family gatherings, today he was unexpectedly talkative.
"Being alone is fine. After graduation, I stuck to my principles for roughly two years. But when I met Pei Ning and started my own family, I realized that besides dreams, I had responsibilities to shoulder."
"Clap, clap, clap—"
As the brother-in-law, Pei Linhan put down his chopsticks and applauded.
"Hey, Pei Ning, look at King Bin, and then look at your brother." Li Wanrong sighed.
"Sis, they're definitely different. He doesn't have any sense of humor, while my brother is excellent at making people laugh."
"Making people laugh? I'd be grateful if he didn't drive me mad."
"Sis, Pei Ning is right. Nobody's perfect. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Why worry about gains and losses? Ultimately, little satisfaction is worth more than perfection."
