Lu Ming was challenging a three-year-old child, obviously not satisfied with his future son-in-law.
Hei Long, who was sitting on the sofa, bored and looking at his phone, heard Lu Ming's disdainful words towards his son.
He raised his eyebrows and explained to Qiuqiu, "People who are three generations apart have no blood relation!" let alone Qiuqiu and the child in Jing Yiren's belly, who constitute the fourth generation.
Feeling validated, Qiuqiu coldly snorted at Lu Ming, "Did you hear that? My father said there is no blood relation!"
"So what if there's no blood relation? Do you think you can marry my daughter just because you want to?" Lu Ming's face suddenly darkened, speaking in a slow and depressing tone.
He seemed like a devil from hell, threatening and intimidating the child.
In an instant, Qiuqiu felt insignificantly small.
The atmosphere was filled with fear as he looked at his father for help.
