Song Shiqin pursed his lips and said nothing, his mind wholly focused on the chessboard.
Song Yuan sighed softly, his tone becoming somewhat gentler, "Your mother and I are not those kinds of people who care about family background, as long as the person has good character, that's enough. If you happen to meet a girl you like, bring her back for your mother and me to see..."
Even if it was a guy he brought back, he'd accept him, but what was wrong with this kid, not getting it?
Could there really be a problem with him?
Song Yuan was inexplicably a bit anxious.
"Dad, these things can't be rushed. I have my own sense of propriety," he said, slowly placing a chess piece on the board, asserting control over heaven and earth, "Dad, you can't be distracted when playing chess, you've lost."
Song Yuan, annoyed, scrambled the chess pieces, "Let's start over; this game doesn't count."
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