Ling Hua's guess was correct; Xiao Zhen's visit today really wasn't for anything particularly important. He was just picking a quarrel with her.
Since Bafang Gambling House had given Yan Qing one and a half million taels of silver in cold, hard cash, Xiao Zhen, who hadn't taken Yan Qing seriously before, now felt a sense of crisis.
He stared at Ling Hua, and said word by word, "I don't agree with you divorcing and then marrying Yan Qing."
Ling Hua rolled her eyes, "Xiao Zhen, you're not my father. You manage the heavens and the earth, but can you manage who I marry? Can you have a little self-awareness? I owe you my life, not my lifelong affairs."
Xiao Zhen's face darkened again, "Do you have to fancy Yan Qing that much? How is he any better than Qin Huan?"
