"My time is very valuable," Qiao Dongyang lifted his eyelids to glance at her, "if you have any real business, I suggest you get to the point instead of wasting words."
"…"
The reprimand from Qiao Zhengchong was stuck in his throat as he let out a helpless and heavy sigh.
"I'm not trying to stop you from having a free love life, nor am I forcing you to be with Lin Pan. Qiao Dongyang, can you clear your head a little? Do you not know how important it is as the heir of the Qiao Family to find a wife that matches your status? I don't look down upon that girl. Wealth, perspective, social circles, education... these differences can lead to a complete mismatch in value systems, haven't you considered that?"
With a sneer, Qiao Dongyang said, "As if you and Dong Shan are a perfect match."
Qiao Zhengchong: "…"
Choked by his son's retort, Qiao Zhengchong was so angry he pointed at him, momentarily losing any filter.
