Monet looked at him. "Dad, but didn't you tell me before that you had 17 girlfriends before you married my mother? In the end, you found out that my mother was the most understanding person, so you married her. I believe that Ye Qingran will be the same as you. In the end, he will think that I'm the most suitable."
Mo Xiong wanted to slap himself in the face."..."
Monet continued, "Look at you, the prodigal son. Now that you're so in love with my mother, my sisters and I are envious. We all hope to find a man like Father."
Mo Xiong felt his hair was about to explode.
If he knew that he had found more than a dozen girlfriends and it would affect his daughter, he would never behave like this even if he was beaten to death.
He wanted to reprimand her.
However, Monet's words made him speechless.
