"Hmph." Ding Zhicheng snorted coldly.
Song Di's words were undoubtedly a provocation to his future father-in-law, Ding Zhicheng.
As soon as he spoke, he received a glare from his dad, who looked at his son feeling that the kid was beyond hope.
When Song Di saw his father's expression, he returned a pleading look, "Dad, help me out here!"
Old Song just raised his chin, completely ignoring his son.
Leaving him to fend for himself.
Song Di felt like he was besieged on all sides.
He hadn't succeeded in convincing Ding Lan, nor had he gotten her to agree to reconcile; there was still no definite answer.
And now, his future father-in-law metaphorically handed him a knife.
His future mother-in-law also looked distressed, with no intention of helping.
Even his own dad couldn't care less.
He suddenly realized that premarital matters carried significant risks—one slip could cost him his dignity and even his masculinity.
What should I do?
He looked pitifully at Ding Zhicheng.
