Li Shengxiao stood tall and straight in front of her, his expression sincere, his eyes earnest, "Mom, can you entrust Yanyan to me?"
Jiang Chenyue came back to her senses, her expression complicated, "Why should I entrust her to you? I remember I said before, I don't like you, you're not the suitable husband I want for her."
Back then, he didn't refute her at all. She knew what he was up to. It was nothing but a clear understanding that the banquet she set up that day was for Lin Wei and Lin Teng, aiming to pressure the Lin Family and stand up for Yan.
Adding this time, she had been schemed by the same young fellow twice in a row, and Jiang Chenyue was truly unsettled.
What concerned her even more was worry.
This man was too deep, so deep that even she wasn't a match for him sometimes, and Yanyan's straightforward nature was even less his match.
As a mother, she really didn't like this kind of son-in-law.
