"Qingqing, you're here," Ning Zhenguo saw Ning Qing and he quickly waved, "Come here and sit." He pointed at the seat next to him.
Ning Qing walked over and took a seat. The man opposite flashed a kind and honest smile at her, but Ning Qing saw that he kept eyeing her chest which was a very boorish act.
"Dad, mom's liver transplant surgery is tomorrow. The one million I was telling you about last night…"
"Qingqing, don't worry. I didn't say that I won't give you that one million," Ning Zhenguo cut her off and poured her a glass of fruit juice, "But daddy can't take care of you and your mom forever. You're not young anymore. It's time for you to consider your wedding. Find a good man and get married, then daddy wouldn't need to worry."
Ning Qing smiled coldly. So, this is a meeting for a prospective mate?
