"I can't."
Ji Huan spoke these two words as crisply as possible, offering no further explanation.
It left Ji Qingshan so dumbfounded that it took him a long moment to react.
"Wuan, he's your fourth uncle, after all."
Ji Huan spread her hands. "I'm just being professional and honest. My temple is too small for such a great Buddha. Why do you all keep twisting this into something strange?"
Seeing Ji Liantang suffer the slightest grievance was like a knife to Granny Kang's heart. She couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring Ji Qingshan's attempts to stop her, she put her hands on her hips and started cursing.
"You damn jinx! You make it sound so nice! Who doesn't know what you're really like? You're just petty and vicious, deliberately getting revenge! Everyone else is good enough, so why not my fourth son?"
