Qiao Yu spoke bluntly.
"Okay, so that means you have no objections. Keke, come talk to me in the room after dinner," Qiao Xi said domineeringly.
"Oh, okay, mom," Xia Keke replied softly.
Then Qiao Xi turned to Qiao Yu with a stream of complaints: "Look at her, when will you ever be as well-behaved as Keke?"
Ha...
Women!
But remembering how he had taught Xia Keke the little trick of acting obedient in front of elders when they were kids, Qiao Yu felt relieved, even a bit gratified.
After all, it was a technique he taught her, a way of pretending to be obedient in front of adults from a young age, adhering to one's original intent.
In contrast, after achieving success, he began to drift away, disdaining to act anymore. In truth, this was wrong, and Qiao Yu felt he should reflect on this.
"I have a suggestion. If you have decided to get married, why not arrange it sooner? While those big foreign capitalists are still around.
