Zhao Jingrong was Zhao Baosheng's most cherished youngest daughter.
He never expected that one day, this beloved youngest daughter would point at his nose and blame him at his lowest moment!
What a wonderful daughter he raised!
Zhao Baosheng was so furious that his chest heaved violently.
Zhao's mother quickly brought him a glass of water to calm him down. "Why are you picking a fight with your own daughter? Jingrong is just feeling too upset, and that's why she's being so heedless with her words."
She had personally pushed away the person she had been dreaming of marrying—who could possibly accept that?
Zhao's mother was more understanding of her daughter's feelings.
"She's upset, and I'm not upset too?" Zhao Baosheng immediately smashed the glass in his hand.
"Bang—"
The glass shattered into pieces.
"Just let Shangguan Dehui, that old scoundrel, luck out with a golden son-in-law!"
