Father Song took a good look at Xu Jiamu - He was dressed smartly and was a dashing young man. Maybe because Song Xiangsi told him that Xu Jiamu owned a big company, Father Song started to feel conscious about his own humble lifestyle. His daughter wasn't compatible so he felt pressured and nervous. He glanced at Xu Jiamu's sincere smile, and only when Song Xiangsi carried a chair over towards him did Father Song snap out of his daze. Hurriedly, he nodded, pointing to the chair. "Sit, sit."
Xu Jiamu could sense Father Song's unease. After sitting down, he continued the conversation. "Uncle, how are you feeling?"
Father Song replied hurriedly, "It's good, good."
Xu Jiamu glanced at Song Xiangsi, who stood by his side. Recalling the words she had said before they entered the room, he reached out to grab her hands. Song Xiangsi stilled.
