Xia Jianying flatly refused, his anger directed at Xia Yuan.
"How many times have I told you, how could I have such a useless daughter? What kind of people are Yang Fan's family?"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, his breathing even became rushed, his chest heaving violently.
"His father is so cunning, so despicable and shameless. Our families share hatred that cannot coexist under the same sky; how can you still think about marrying his son? What are you thinking? Why won't you just infuriate me to death?"
Xia Yuan's face streamed with tears as she shook her head continuously.
"His father is his father; Yang Fan is Yang Fan. How can you conflate the two? Moreover, Yang Fan is such an outstanding person. All my colleagues at the company can testify for me."
"Why must the grievances of our parents' generation continue into ours?"
Xia Jianying scoffed disdainfully.
