Lin Haoran consistently blew his own trumpet, yearning to instantly win the heart of the young girl sitting next to him.
Well, it wasn't his fault that he didn't have a wealthy and powerful father, not even a father at all, only a mother who struggled and worked her fingers to the bone.
Especially as of late, when they had lost their home due to unfortunate circumstances, and had to live at Uncle Hu Sen's house.
His mother said it was called living under someone else's roof and he needed to be polite, even more so than before.
At Uncle Hu Sen's, he dared not eat much or move freely. Thinking about these less than ideal circumstances made him feel sympathy for himself and even more so for his mother.
Being the son, he felt an obligation to work hard and earn money to change their living conditions for the better.
Becoming a son-in-law was indeed the quickest and most realistic means to achieve this goal.
So, no one could ridicule him; he was doing this out of filial piety.
