Luo Danlun even had an expression of agreement, truly inheriting the family's temperament.
This family views love and marriage as things that can be competed for. Shouldn't these be matters of mutual affection, naturally falling into place?
"Even if your Luo family has royal lineage, political aristocracy, don't even think about taking Xuelian from me!" Bai Xiaosheng thought to himself.
Wei Tianhe chuckled lightly, not commenting on Luo Yuefeng's remarks, but in his heart, he likely had his own critiques. He simply refrained from speaking out for the sake of courtesy.
Luo Yuefeng and his group steadily walked into the pavilion.
Bai Xiaosheng and Luo Danlun stepped aside to make room for these elders.
Luo Yuefeng took a seat across from Wei Tianhe without hesitation. Noticing the large wooden box on the stone table—clearly the one Luo Danlun had brought—he immediately laughed. "What's this? You've already reached the stage of presenting gifts here? Good, good."
