Qinghe knew of his open and straightforward character and nodded with a smile, just like good friends who had known each other for years.
Mei Jianning looked left and right, and finally sighed in regret. His silly son, how could he be a match for that girl? Dull and oblivious, even if he was given a chance, he wouldn't know how to cherish it. Now, there was not even a hint of awkward flirtation between them; they seemed more like siblings.
However, upon reflection, he thought it might be for the best. Although the girl was cold, she would reciprocate sincerity to those who truly treated her well—wasn't he himself an example? His silly son got along well with her, and knowing his nature, he would definitely treat Qinghe with all his heart. If something happened in the future, surely the girl would take care of it. After all, he was getting on in years and couldn't stay by his child's side forever.
