"Who do you think you are, what right do you have to speak to me like that! I am Zhou Jingwei's father, how I treat my son is none of your business as an outsider!"
Zhou Bingquan looked at Cheng Weiyue with disdain, his eyes filled with indescribable contempt: "Cheng Weiyue, don't think that just because you and Jingwei are dating, you're entitled to criticize me!"
If it had been the Cheng Weiyue of the past, she likely would have been intimidated by such blunt words and chosen to remain silent no matter how complicated her feelings were.
But now, she looked at Zhou Bingquan calmly, unaffected by his words: "Why don't I have the right to say these things? I will be the one to spend my life with Zhou Jingwei, so of course, I have the right."
"What a big mouth you have!" Zhou Bingquan looked at Cheng Weiyue unbelievingly, finding her words utterly inconceivable: "Who Zhou Jingwei marries is for me, his father, to decide!"
