Oil Painting

"The last time I saw you in Beijing, I didn't even know you were married. Now you told me you were married, but you're not even bringing me to have a look!" The Old Man was staring at Xian Zihao with a look of displeasure on his face.

Xian Zihao laughed softly and casually, "I plan to take her to see you in the evening, but who knows that you will come on your own."

The Old Man glared at him: "What's the difference if you show her now. Since when did you learn to shoot in the back!? Also, this girl…" 

All of a sudden, the Old Man pulled Jiang Ruolan towards him. "Look at her. She has an average figure and average buttocks, and a flat chest! How can she become your wife so easily! She didn't even pass my stage! Kid, since when did your eyesight get so bad?!"

Jiang Ruolan sighed. Forget it.