"You're not deceiving me?"
In that instant, a fiery spark of hope flared in Song Desheng's eyes.
But it was swiftly extinguished.
His face bitter, he said, "Sigh! Two years have passed, and I've long gotten used to it. I don't expect to be cured anymore."
"Tang Yi! Although you're not stupid anymore, I still have to give you a piece of my mind."
"To tell you the truth, I was the first to oppose Bingyun marrying you. But now, I've come to terms with it."
"It doesn't matter whether you have the ability or not, as long as you treat Bingyun sincerely and the two of you lead a peaceful life, that's enough."
"I know you want to make a good impression in front of Bingyun. But sometimes, young people need to be down-to-earth."
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Clearly, Song Desheng not only distrusted Tang Yi but also found him unreliable and somewhat pretentious.
