"So every drink and morsel is a matter of fate, heaven hasn't forsaken Ali and me, that's why we met you," Elder Su sighed.
Ma Han nodded hastily and said, "Yes, yes, by that logic, Mr. Li and Ali are definitely fated."
Li Yifei felt like rolling his eyes, they were talking about fate with Elder Su, how did it get twisted to Ali? But then he thought, this horse-faced guy, in terms of seniority, he might even have to call him grandpa... he's of the same generation as Su Mengxin's grandpa, although only in his forties, the relationships were really tangled.
Ma Han also felt his words were a bit off, let out a couple of dry laughs, and bowed his head to drink.
Li Yifei held back for a while and said, "Elder Su, have you ever thought about meeting Mengxin's grandpa? After all, you're both getting on in years, and it might be the last chance."
