At first, Yang Mutao also thought Wang Wenjie was decent, but the gap between their two families' status was vast, so he didn't let himself get carried away with joy. Wang Wenjie said he liked Yang Mingyi, that he didn't care about matching family status—he only envied the lovebird, not the immortal.
But Yang Mutao wasn't stupid.
Yang Mingyi was his own ger — to him, he was wonderful beyond measure, beyond compare, but truly, when measured against outsiders, he was nothing at all.
At least Yang Mingyi's mother had been proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting.