Ying Ji's expression grew increasingly serious as Bai Su began speaking.
Putting aside Rong Zhi's role as her boyfriend, Bai Su himself was impeccable in every respect—appearance, etiquette, and even the gifts he had Jiang Gujun bring up.
Clearly, he had made an effort to understand their preferences and chose accordingly to please them.
Yet, no matter how good the person, Ying Ji had reservations in his heart.
It was like finally nurturing a beautiful and vibrant jade cabbage, only to turn your head for a moment and find it chewed by a dog.
It was painful, especially painful.
The Ying family had only one daughter in this generation, let alone one so outstanding that even the Ying heir, Ying Cenchuan, could hardly compare.
"Uncle, if there's anything else you want to know, feel free to ask."
