Qian Chenzhou had never expected Bibi Dong to be so magnanimous. In the original story, she had hated the Qian Clan to the bone.
Even though he had saved her from her tragedy in this life and told her how miserable her original fate had been, she still should not have been so utterly devoted to him.
"Good."
Seeing how close Bibi Dong and his son were, Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction.
At this point, nothing could make him happier than he already was. His only wish was to hold a grandson as soon as possible.
Naturally, he did not mean a child of his eldest son, Qian Daoliu.
"Since you've grown up, Chenzhou, tell us what path Spirit Hall should take next."
"Huh?" Qian Chenzhou pointed at his own nose. "You want me to tell you?"
"Then what's my big brother supposed to do?"
Qian Chenzhou pointed at Qian Xunji, who sat beside him. "By all rights, the right to inherit Spirit Hall belongs to my big brother. Dad, you can't play favorites, or you'll chill his heart."
Qian Xunji, who had been feeling deeply gratified just moments ago, looked stunned at his little brother's words. He had never expected to be dragged into this.
But he was not particularly willing to take Spirit Hall's mess into his own hands.
Ever since Bibi Dong had succeeded him as Pope, he had regretted it every night.
He regretted not passing on the position of Spirit Hall's Pope sooner.
Only after truly living the way his father did had he understood the meaning of life.
His life could be summed up in one word: bliss.
Now his little brother wanted to hand this colossal organization back to him? Absolutely not!
"Little brother, your talent and vision are both better than mine.