"Are you the Lin Fei that Lao Xie mentioned?" In the Chen family's living room, an elderly man with graying hair, dressed in traditional Chinese attire, sat upright on a rosewood sofa; he was in his fifties. It was this older man who questioned Lin Fei.
"This is my dad." Holding onto Lin Fei's arm, Chen Qi whispered into Lin Fei's ear and then let go, walking toward her father.
"Dad, this is the Lin Fei Uncle Xie told you about, my boyfri—"
"I was asking him, not you!" Chen Qi hadn't finished speaking when her father sternly interrupted her with a snort, "Young man, you seem rather bold. You sure made me wait!"
Chen Qi's father, though older, seemed very spirited, especially his sharp gaze on Lin Fei, which was intimidating.
