Feng Lulu felt a headache coming on and looked toward Lin Qingyuan.
"Lulu, do you have something to say?" Lin Qingyuan asked, his gaze meeting hers.
"Grandpa, you've only known Jiang Xinghai for a day, right?" Feng Lulu pouted.
"We only met this afternoon. You were there, too. It hasn't even been a full day," Lin Qingyuan said with a smile as he and Jiang Xinghai both lit cigarettes.
"Exactly! It's been less than half a day, and you've already sold me and my aunt out. Seriously... what a shameless old man, hmph..." Feng Lulu pouted, stomping her foot in speechless frustration.
Lin Qingyuan seemed to realize something. He shot Jiang Xinghai an awkward glance, then said with a straight face, "Liping, come over here and be the judge."
"Father, what are you talking about?" Lin Liping asked, looking up from her phone out of boredom.
