"Dad, what should I do?" Hannah Hargrave frowned unhappily, "I like him, and I won't marry anyone else."
"What's the rush, child!" Henry Hargrave laughed helplessly at Hannah's stubborn words, "I only said don't be too hasty, not that it's impossible."
"Honestly, you know I'm anxious but still play games with me!" Hannah became even more upset. Henry sighed and said, "You really have your mother's temperament, rushing into things without planning, just acting on impulse."
At Henry's words, Hannah disagreed, "Who says my mom only acts on impulse? She's very shrewd. If she hadn't been smart back then, you might have been taken away by that vixen!"
Mentioning the past made Henry feel a bit embarrassed, especially being teased by his own daughter. He quickly put on a stern face and scolded, "You, child, always speak without thinking. Why bring up things from hundreds of years ago? In this regard, you're different from your mother!"
