Liu Sanming suppressed the astonishment in his heart and pretended to be modest, saying, "Patriarch Yue, you are too kind. It's all what the younger generation should do."
"Why still call me Patriarch Yue? Just call me Uncle. In the future, if... if you can achieve a century-long union with my two daughters, we'll be even closer."
Yue Dongmeng said excitedly.
The more he looked at Liu Sanming, the more pleasing he found him!
Low-key, modest, plain, with strong and powerful arms, exuding a kind of Primordial Yang righteousness.
Much better than those rich second-generation and official heirs.
When Liu Sanming heard this, he changed the address, "Then thank you, Uncle. If there's anything you don't understand about the Nine Profound Needle Technique, you can ask me."
"Good! Truly the waves of the Yangtze River come one after another. I've studied medicine all my life, perhaps not as skillfully as you. We can discuss it together in the future."
Yue Dongmeng said with a smile.
