From a distance of more than ten meters, Wen Ningyu's eyes were fixed on Wen Jiaren: So similar, too similar!
Wen Jiaren saw a glimmer of hope. She cautiously persuaded Wen Ningyu, "Uncle, you must be around fifty years old, right? You're still young, and there are plenty of good times ahead..."
Mu Qian couldn't listen anymore and whispered to her, "At fifty, where are these 'plenty of good times'?"
"Why would there be none? Spoiling grandchildren, having a full house of family, aren't those good times?"
Wen Jiaren glared at Mu Qian and continued to persuade Wen Ningyu, "I noticed your leg seems to have some issues. I know a doctor who's very skilled, she can definitely help heal your leg. Uncle, just come up first, let's talk it over, please don't lose hope."
Mu Qian, "..."
He's already lost hope!
Never seen someone persuade like this, would it work?
Wen Ningyu looked at the woman who was non-stop babbling and finally spoke, "Are you called Wen Jiaren?"
