Ye Ling and Ye Feng were momentarily stunned when they heard this, then they both understood what it meant.
Ye Jianwen was worried, thinking that the girl's conditions were so good, and his son was just a contractor who depended on taking on small construction sites for a living.
Could he possibly reach the high branch of such a family? And even if the girl was willing, what about her family?
Matching doors and equal households was not just a saying for others to hear; it was a truth accumulated over thousands of years by ancestors, not something that could be passed down for a millennium merely on a whim.
Ye Feng's face turned dark when he heard his father speak of him in such a way, grinding his teeth in anger.
"I say, old man, am I really that bad? Is there a need for you to talk like this? Let me tell you, not only is the girl willing, but her family also has no objections."
