Being young and impulsive, Xia Cheng couldn't keep his cool and blurted out first, "Dad, what else is there to ask? Of course, it's for that reason. No one is stupid enough to pass up on a young person and go after an old man instead."
Xia Ning had been contemplating how to defuse the awkward tension, but to her surprise, Xia Cheng had just dug his own grave. She could only lament for Xia Cheng in her heart for a second—okay, even if He Xing wasn't here, she definitely wouldn't bother with Xia Cheng, but with He Xing present, she felt embarrassed by the dog-eat-dog behavior of her father and brother.
Meanwhile, Xia Guoxiong's chest heaved violently with anger, his face changing colors like a performance of Bian Lian—turning bright red one moment, then purple, then pale blue, and finally, stark white.
