In the old courtyard of a spacious hutong in Jing City, Li Yuanfang was surrounded by his family, shrugging helplessly.
"Grandpa, you heard it too."
"It's really not that your grandson isn't trying!"
"I never even dreamed that Mo Jingchun could forget such an important thing; how absent-minded must he be to forget it."
Feeling a bit wronged, Li Yuanfang vented again: "I seriously suspect that the contract we signed back then was used by him to prop up a desk."
That said, Mo Jingchun gets this treatment. If it were someone else, Li Yuanfang would have asked long ago.
But this fellow Mo Jingchun is different; he has to consider his sister's feelings and also respect the old man.
The outside world might not know, but everyone within the Li Family knows that the old man pays special attention to Mo Jingchun.
This doesn't make sense, especially since news had already come that Mo Jingchun has a partner, and it's a classmate.
