If this were any other day, Mu Shaoling would have already snapped back, but now, for his son's sake, he had to endure. Endure!
He took a few deep breaths and forced out a stiff smile. "Look at you, you old… No, I mean, what are you getting so worked up for? Besides, when it comes to the kids, they should make their own decisions. What are us old fogies crowding in for?"
Baili Han just gave a cold laugh, thinking, This old thing is actually pretty tactful today, not even arguing with me.
"You're wrong. Since ancient times, marriage has always followed the matchmaker's words and the parents' orders. How can they decide on their own?"
Mu Shaoling had more or less finished his internal preparation by now, so he spoke nicely, "That may be true, but we still have to ask the kids. If they're willing, we can't tear them apart—that'd be a sin, wouldn't it?"
After that he even knew to seek outside support. "Old Ye, Xiaxia, what do you two say?"
