Tong Lao Da stared at his precious daughter for a long time, then reached out to touch her head.
"Girl, aren't I doing this for your own good?"
Tong Xiaohua pulled her father's hand away, furious.
"Dad, I don't need it! And you don't need to use such grandiose words to placate me. You're not doing this for my sake, but for the sake of the Tong Family and the empire you've built over so many years."
Tong Lao Da was amused by her anger, "Isn't the Tong Family yours too? Girl, now you are the head of the Tong Family, not me. Xiao Yan is a rare talent; with him, the Tong Family will no longer be the Tong Family it is now."
Tong Xiaohua hadn't yet considered what her father meant by "the Tong Family it is now"; instead, she blurted out angrily.
"Anyway, I don't care! If you insist on him marrying into the family, then I will not accept him, whether it's an engagement or whatever. If you push me too far, I'll break up with him!"
