Zhang Jia's eyes were icy, "Not choosing a single one? The outstanding young men of the tribe are all here, and you don't like any of them?"
"It's fine if she doesn't like them, I have others. Although they're from collateral branches, as long as Miss Wan likes them, that's enough," Zhang Sheng said adaptively.
For a while, the two of them looked displeased with each other, and they actually started arguing right in front of me.
Zhang Jia's face turned red and his neck swelled, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're just trying to curry favor with Miss Wan so you can stand out among the Six Great Clan Elders in the future."
"You say that as if you aren't trying to benefit from her, bringing along your most cherished grandson. The patriarch hasn't even ascended, and you've already taken his place. You deserved that one kick," Zhang Sheng retorted, unwilling to show weakness.
They argued back and forth, the quarrel showing no signs of ending.
