After the meal, Daniel could hardly bear the noise.
They say three women make a scene, but how is it that just two women can be so loud?
"Hey, are you even listening? We're here working hard to help you come up with ideas, and you look so distracted…" Patrick tapped his son's head with his chopsticks.
"Oh come on, I think my brother probably doesn't want a sister-in-law anymore…"
Daniel remained silent, lifting his wine glass to drink. Ideas? God knows what those two women have come up with.
"Huh? Daniel, what are you really thinking? You better come clean…" Patrick glared at him angrily.
"Brother, isn't our idea good? How about this… just snatch up Zervini, marry her, tie her to your side, and let her gradually fall into your deep emotional whirlpool… or why not just go all in and get her pregnant… Ouch, Mom, what are you doing?" Oliver rubbed his head and turned to glare at Patrick.
