As she spoke, Lu Xiaoyou's fingers brushed over the rim of her cup, and she smiled:
"Grandpa, what did you say to Xiliang? He actually just left me and walked away."
There was a hint of reproach in her voice, but her tone was endearing, making the listener feel guilty instead.
"Grandpa just asked him to think carefully, and he left like that? That's too impolite!" Lu Ming's expression became serious.
Lu Xiaoyou chuckled softly, "He's Long Seventh Master; would you dare to say he's impolite?"
"Xiaoyou." Lu Ming earnestly advised her:
"In this world, every parent hopes their children will live well. Being with someone noble doesn't guarantee happiness; only being with the right person does.
My daughter... Your mother once fancied that handsome devil Zhu Chengshou!
I was always against it, and she was willing to sever ties with me just to marry Zhu Chengshou.
