If Mr. Lu was still somewhat satisfied after hearing the first half of the sentence, then the second half made him completely cold and harsh.
Damn Mu Qiancheng, in the end, he still looks down on his daughter. How dare he say that his daughter is clinging to him, it's simply outrageous.
Who does he think he is? His daughter taking a fancy to Mu Qiancheng, a poor boy from the countryside, is his blessing. Not only does he not know how to be grateful, but he doesn't even try to flatter and thinks little of his daughter. It's simply infuriating.
Mr. Lu was furious, and Lu Ling was equally incensed. She could no longer hold back and pointed at Mu Qiancheng, saying, "Mu Qiancheng, who do you think you are to look down on me? Let me tell you, there are enough people pursuing me to fill a battalion, if not a company. You're just a poor boy. Me taking interest in you is your good fortune, understand?"
