Di Mingchen stopped talking and stopped eating, quietly accepting the family's criticism and education.
Seeing his rather good attitude, Fang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Alright, alright, Mingchen, you're not young anymore. This June, you'll be twenty-eight. Mom is waiting for you to get married and have children soon."
"I know, Mom." Di Mingchen replied.
"Know my ass." Fang Hao glared at him.
Di Mingchen: "..."
"You've even managed to drive away a fiancée that was within your grasp, and you say you know? What do you know?" Fang Hao continued to scold Di Mingchen displeased.
Di Mingchen remained silent.
"Finish your meal and go find Nangong Ran." Di Mingzhe suddenly paused and said, "It's unreasonable to be mad at your own woman, and it's not worthwhile unless you don't like her."
"Who said I don't like her." Di Mingchen looked at Di Mingzhe in displeasure.
