Zhou Ye coughed guiltily twice. "Really? But if we don't take the little pills, we won't have enough energy to make little pills and tailor clothes."
Yan Xianjue couldn't be bothered arguing with him. "I advise your second uncle to hurry up and have a son to compete with you for the heir's position."
With that big idiot, he might as well lie flat alongside him.
Zhou Ye thought about it. "But it can't be someone from the Zhao Household. I heard that girl who got force-fed alcohol last time has been fighting with her mother recently."
"Oh, I know about that," Yan Xianjue said casually. "She's in my eldest sister's dance troupe. My sister took away her performance slot. She got drunk before the performance, then brought her emotions into rehearsal. My sister said that if she couldn't adjust her state, she'd fire her outright. She couldn't accept that."
Zhou Ye merely clicked his tongue and said nothing.
Honestly, he thought that with such a paranoid mother, she might as well develop her career abroad.
He brought up something his second uncle had told him. "Zhao Lesi's husband married into her family. They originally agreed that the eldest child would take the Zhao surname, but they didn't expect the eldest to be a daughter. Old Man Zhao regretted it, so he had Ruan Baibai take her father's surname, while the second child took the Zhao surname."
"As a result, Ruan Baibai's father wasn't happy either, and he practically never cared about the two children at home."
"Wait." Yan Xianjue felt speechless all over again. "Her father isn't dead, and they aren't divorced?"
Zhou Ye said, "No."
Yan Xianjue was greatly shocked. "And she still wants to marry your second uncle?"
"Your second uncle isn't Cao Cao!"
Zhou Ye said,