Wen Zhe's mother couldn't help but feel it was a shame. "What a pity. The eyes don't lie. Such a wonderful girl, it's truly a shame. If only she were my daughter-in-law... Ugh, she's worlds better than that Xia Mo. Your son has terrible taste."
"Yes, my son, but your son too," Wen Zhe's father said helplessly. "It's a good thing she knew when to cut her losses. Wen Zhe may be my son, but I have to admit, his love life is a complete mess."
"You shouldn't waste your precious time waiting for a man to grow up, because you're more likely than not to end up with nothing. Seeing Ji Li doing so well now, I can only be happy for her."
Wen Zhe's mother felt a little unhappy hearing this. "Is Wen Zhe really that awful in your eyes?"
"I wouldn't say he's awful," Wen Zhe's father said frankly. "He's a capable man; I won't deny that. But he can't settle down. He wouldn't know how to cherish even the best girl in the world. All he craves is novelty."
