"Do you really love money that much?" Ling Yin said, "It seems I'll have to focus more on making money in the future, can't let you run off."
Hua Hua said arrogantly, "Of course, I never lie. If anyone dares to stand before me and say they treat money like dirt, I'll slap them away. I can't stand hypocrites."
He stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and poured a cup of clear wine in front of the tombstone into the ground.
"Dad, don't listen to Brother Ling's nonsense, I never agreed to be with him forever. It's all his wishful thinking. Don't worry, I'm not going to casually bring you a daughter-in-law. She must meet my standards for a wife, one who can manage both the household and kitchen, enter the bedroom, and afford a luxurious house, that's just the basic standard."
Wife...
Ling Yin heard the word and let out a slow, bitter laugh, not refuting it; he was even curious and asked, "Then what is your standard for a wife, can you tell me?"
"Secret!"
