Jiang Yuchui cleared his throat softly.
He politely put his hands behind his back,
walked over to Fu Chi, scrutinizing him from head to toe a few times with increasing satisfaction.
This boy, good-looking and upright, was cautious and disciplined, neither impetuous nor rash, but steady. Truly, he seemed to be a dependable young man.
"Ruanruan has told me about you two," he said.
Fu Chi glanced up slightly.
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the girl standing at a distance, beaming with a smile.
His thin lips lifted slightly.
"My daughter raves about you, but in my eyes, you still have a lot to prove. You understand what I mean, right?"
"Yes, rest assured, I won't disappoint you," Fu Chi assured, nodding sincerely with a composed demeanor.
Jiang Yuchui could hardly find the words to respond.
What could he say, if his own precious daughter liked this young man?
