"He has no job, no income, and would be homeless after leaving my aunt. He shamelessly comes back begging for a reconciliation. What else can he do?"
Xiao Yingying, hearing Qiaoxu mocking her father again, showed a trace of fierceness on her face.
Just as she was about to speak, Qiaoxu took the lead and said:
"But you shouldn't have used Grandpa as a pretext, even less should you belittle your mother with those words."
"Forgive me for being blunt, but Xiao Yi, with my aunt's support, is the one who would be lost in the second half of his life, not my aunt."
"She's beautiful and fully capable of supporting herself. Even in another ten years, there will still be a line of men wanting to marry her."
"Even if she really had no one to rely on, she could live happily for the rest of her life. What does she need him for – another dog to feed?"
Speaking of this, the sharpness in Qiaoxu's eyes deepened.
