However, on second thought, he didn't think Jiang Xue did anything wrong. On the contrary, he felt it further proved that Jiang Xue wasn't the type of woman who sought vanity.
Because of this, he held Jiang Xue in even higher regard, then laughed heartily and said, "Good, good, as expected of Little Jiang's daughter, you two really have the same temperament."
In the past, he had considered adopting Jiang Mingfeng as his godson, solely to thank him for taking care of his son. Later, he was rejected, and he was also unwilling to accept their help or city job offer.
Now, his daughter was the same way. Indeed, like father, like daughter.
"Yes, Uncle Yang is right, Xue'er's temperament takes after mine; we're both quite stubborn." Father Jiang laughed, feeling proud of his daughter.
"Haha!" Mr. Yang laughed and said, "Since that's the case, I won't insist. Today, I'm leaving my words here: if you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come find me."
