Three Big Bowls

Fang Yuan was on the verge of stating that she hadn't suffered, but the elderly gentleman persisted, "Don't worry, both the Cheng Family and the Bo Family will double their kindness towards you in the future!"

Fang Yuan: "…" She could comprehend the Cheng Family's stance, but wasn't the Bo Family's reaction a tad too forgiving?

"Your name is Fang Yuan, correct? It's a pleasant name, and your appearance is quite striking as well," remarked Old Master Bo, seemingly echoing Butler Wen's sentiment.

Butler Wen concurred with a smile. This young lady was undeniably more visually appealing than Cheng Yuqi. She exuded poise and displayed no signs of shyness. She was indeed a unique individual.

"Oh dear, look at me. My age has caught up to me, causing my memory to falter. I became so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot to offer you a seat. Come over to Grandpa, my child," coaxed Old Master Bo, patting the adjacent double couch.