"Come on, tell me," Bi Xia straightened up, sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and expressionless as she looked at Ji Qiutang, "What exactly is your dad thinking?"
Ji Qiutang rubbed his abdomen while sitting on the other side of the sofa, "Of course he's pursuing your mom."
"Didn't I tell you before about the history between them?" Ji Qiutang leaned back on the sofa, "I think they suit each other well, and my dad has liked your mom for many years."
Bi Xia: That's exactly why I'm not happy!
"And given my dad's temper, he'll definitely be very good to Aunt Xia—very good, in fact, so good that he'd hand over the entire household to her," Ji Qiutang continued.
Bi Xia: I don't want to hear it at all!
Seeing Bi Xia's look of absolute refusal to listen, Ji Qiutang paused, finally chuckling helplessly, "Little Nine, let's talk."
"About what?" Bi Xia lifted her eyelids, looking as if she couldn't be bothered with him.
"Talk about my dad and your mom."
