"Your son is more decisive than your father, and many things are constantly confused. You have to explain it clearly to Nangongyan, so that you won't let the other party have hope."

The old man looked at Zhao Bin. Since he would not go to battle the Mandarin ducks, he would not interfere in Zhao Bin's love. But as a past person, he still had to tell Zhao Bin a few words.

"I see."

nodded, thinking of Nangong Yan's cold posture, he had a headache.

Uncle smiled uncontrollably. "I said Xiao Bin knew the expression would be wonderful. The child had an idea in his heart."

"Cough, what's my idea?...