"Kid, what's your name?" Judging by the expression, the middle-aged man wasn't impressed with him.
"I'm Tang Feng. May I know who you are?"
"My father."
"Hello, Uncle." Tang Feng felt a bit awkward.
"You're too weak, falling short of my standards, do you understand that?" Wu Qingyun sighed. As a City Lord, how could he find such a weak son-in-law reasonable?
Tang Feng instinctively said, "How about just forgetting it then."
"No way."
The father and daughter shared an intense look.
"Kid, since my daughter has decided you're her husband, the matter is not up to you. Contact your parents and set a date."
"You can decide."
"What, you don't have parents?" Wu Qingyun's tone had a hint of joy.
"Uncle, it's not that I don't have parents; they're no longer around," said Tang Feng.
"You know that's not what I meant. Stay at the City Lord Mansion; the city will be yours in the future," Wu Qingyun laughed.
