"And also, she must not leave our home without my consent."
Xiang Jingsheng's austere face, those ever-serious lines, finally relaxed one by one. He glanced approvingly at his son, "Now that's more like it."
Xiang Yuan, greatly encouraged, laughed: "Don't worry, Dad. Our temporary separation won't give her a chance to meet other men. After all, she will eventually reconcile with me."
"That's good." Xiang Jingsheng personally poured a drink for his son, his expression softer: "The Chinese community in M Country is small, and she doesn't have many chances to meet a man better than you. My son is the best, she should understand that."
At that moment, both the father and the son were full of confidence about the future reconciliation.
But now, facing Tang Yanqing's veiled provocations, he couldn't help but doubt himself.
Father said he was the best, but if compared to Tang Yanqing, what would Father say? And what would the others in the Chinese community say?
