Cousin Zhao Hong felt somewhat embarrassed about troubling Zhao Fu further, so he said, "Zhao Fu, just give the two of us City-Building Stones. We don't need any other help—we should be able to manage."
Upon hearing him, Aunt immediately cursed. Zhao Fu now controlled a force as massive as the Ying Family; with his support, everything would be no problem. Wasn't Zhao Hong being foolish? There was an advantage right in front of him, yet he refused to take it.
"Zhao Fu, don't listen to him. If you can help, then help your two brothers as much as you can," Aunt said with a beaming smile.
Faced with his mother, Zhao Hong could only fall silent.
Grandfather and Grandmother both looked a little troubled. On one hand, they did not want Zhao Fu to suffer too much of a loss; on the other, they hoped he could help.
Zhao Fu sighed inwardly. To avoid making things awkward, he still agreed.
The atmosphere immediately became lively again. Everyone else grew even more enthusiastic toward Zhao Fu, while Zhao Fu only wanted to finish this meal and leave as quickly as possible.
However, as Zhao Fu was eating, a leg suddenly reached toward him beneath the table. At first, he thought it had bumped into him by accident and paid it no mind. But that leg began rubbing against his thigh in a teasing manner, even trying to reach toward his inner thigh.
Zhao Fu frowned and tilted his knee to the side, blocking the approaching leg. From how soft and slender it felt, it should have been a woman's leg.
There were only three possible women at the table. One was Zheng Qiu, but that seemed unlikely—her personality was rather strong, and she would not do such a thing. The