Chu Mo's disdainful look, as if he was regarding a profligate heir, made Fan Pingping opposite him want to go ballistic. She truly couldn't understand what kind of person her old man had introduced to her this time.
Could it be because she had been behaving badly recently, having continuously rejected five matchmaking candidates, that her dad was dissatisfied with her, so he randomly found this myopic beggar to disdain her?
Quite possibly.
Just as Fan Pingping looked towards her father in the corner with a speechless face, she suddenly noticed an additional figure in the corner of her eye.
Turning her head silently, Fan Pingping saw a middle-aged man who seemed like a noble from the medieval ages quietly approaching the young man in front of her.
The middle-aged man, with impeccable manners, respectfully bowed to the young man, and his slightly hoarse voice spoke: