"Remove the latter, the statement still holds. Li Zhiyuan just has too many tasks at hand, so he tosses this time-consuming and effort-intensive preliminary work to me."
"Young Master..."
"What's up?" Zhao Yi halted his brushwork and looked at Old Tian.
"There's something, Young Master, you might not know."
"Go on."
"It's about Liu Jinxia. The village whispers she has a hard fate, and brings bad luck to husbands."
"No way, Old Tian, are you really thinking about finding a companion?"
"Huh? No, no, no, of course not." Old Tian hurriedly waved his hands, "It's just Young Master you casually mentioned it before, and I happened to overhear it outside, so I casually brought it up with you."
Zhao Yi looked down, writing as he spoke:
"Old Tian, you'll have to let me process this."
"Young Master, I truly don't have that intention, don't overthink it."
"It's tough for anyone to quickly accept having a stepmother."
