The old Daoist didn't want to discuss Christopher Mason's family at all, and said irritably, "Alright, alright, don't push it. Look at their status compared to ours; for them to say a few words to you is already generous. What more do you want?—If your virtues don't match your position, no matter how high you climb, you'll fall hard!"
Lawrence Winters curled his lips and rolled his eyes slightly, "Heavenly Master Grandpa, you're thinking too far ahead. For me, just watching them talk is already satisfying enough. What do you think I want to do?—Grab their coattails and reach the pinnacle of life, become a CEO, and marry a tall, rich, and handsome guy?"
The old Daoist looked at her suspiciously, "… You really haven't thought about earning some money off them?"
Lawrence Winters: "!!!"
Oh my!
The Heavenly Master Grandpa is amazing, seeing right through my facade at a glance.
