บท 201: 201, killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own

"Is this the eldest granddaughter of the Su family?" Mr. Chu strokes his beard, "Last time I saw her, she was just a little girl. How did she grow up so fast?"

He looks at Su Wanwan, jealousy increasing with each glance.

The young girl had bright and white teeth and was dressed simply, carrying a refreshing air about her. In contrast, his grandson's companions were flashy, tacky women, none of which pleased him.

Just then, Huo Jingshen and Fu Ziyang walked in.

Upon seeing Fu Ziyang, Mr. Chu's envy deepened, his voice raised several decibels. "Why... has the child grown so much?"

The Huo and Chu families, residing in the same courtyard, shared similar circumstances. Both had lots of grandchildren, now of age, and yet none of them had settled down. As a result, both families often compared their grandchildren, much to the neighborhood gossip.