How could he not be anxious? His own daughter was already in her thirties, was she never going to get married?
Here was a young man, talented and morally upright, and even Lin Daoran himself quite liked him. If he didn't seize this opportunity, what was he waiting for?
Lin Daoran slapped his thigh, no longer caring about formalities, "Just tell Dad, do you or do you not like this young man?"
How could he worry about so much? If Lin Meiyu didn't marry, who would take care of her after he was gone?
In the perilous Capital City, even if Lin Meiyu was a formidable woman, she couldn't surpass those men.
Without someone to protect her, how could Lin Daoran feel at ease?
Even if he died, he would not be at peace.
Lin Meiyu, seeing her father so anxious, flushed even deeper, "Dad, what are you saying? He and I are just good friends, and he's even ten years younger than me."
Her evasive eyes were clearly trying to hide something.
