"Your dad's going through menopause right now. He doesn't need anyone to provoke him—he can get mad all by himself," Tong Yao said with a laugh as she walked in.
Long Che snorted at her back.
"Mom, what's going on?" Ai Ni blinked with curiosity.
"He says Bert lacks taste—so many good girls, and he doesn't fancy any of them." Tong Yao put down her handbag and glanced at Connie, who was still standing awkwardly like a fool, and laughed, "Kid, who told you to stand there like you're being punished?"
Connie gave an embarrassed smile and sat down, looking like a child caught doing something wrong.
When Ai Ni saw her dad walk in, she raised an eyebrow slightly, "Dad, you're throwing quite the tantrum. You didn't even eat lunch at the palace?"
"Couldn't swallow a bite! If Bert were my son, I'd beat him up. I let him choose, and let's see what kind of disaster he ends up picking! Probably the worst of the worst!" Long Che stormed into the study, puffing with anger as he spoke.
