The old man snorted heavily, his sinister, aged eyes fixating on the little girl, and said coldly:
"Good intentions? Hmph, I think it's because I just said 'girls are useless' about her, and now she's deliberately trying to see me make a fool of myself!"
"Dad, Li Li really didn't..."
"Enough," the old man waved his hand, cutting her off, and said with a cold hardness, "I have eyes, I can see for myself!"
If it weren't for the fear of being rebellious, the usually hot-tempered Song Qingwan really wanted to shout:
You have eyes like a fart!
Such a cute, well-behaved little girl, you can't even see, and you're telling me you have eyes?
But Song Qingwan knew he wouldn't listen.
The old man was already partial to males over females, didn't like little girls, and didn't like women.
He was cold-blooded and unfeeling, only seeing family and profits, with power being paramount.
For the sake of power, he could even do whatever it takes, akin to a cold, unfeeling machine.
