"Like father like daughter…"
This was how Lu Li felt. He almost burst into laughter, seeing how the two were staring at each other like fighting cocks. He kept the laughter to himself, though, and acted as serious as ever.
Jiang Wuwo quaked with rage. He was the master of the Pavilion of Delicacy, the Family Patriarch of the Jiang Family. If it were somebody else smashing a cup in front of him, he would have burst into rage, but not to this tough young lady here.
Scolding her? Slapping her? Grounding her?
None of these worked on Jiang Qiling, who might even commit suicide. What could Jiang Wuwo do? No father knew how to deal properly with a kid like this.
Jiang Wuwo took a few deep breaths. He knew that the stalemate must come to an end, or his authority of being the Family Patriarch would be flushed down the drain. In that case, Lu Li, the outsider, might laugh at him.
