Are you saying my daughter isn't worthy of him?

As soon as Ye Wanwan entered the kitchen, Liang Wanjun kicked her out and exclaimed, "Ah, no need! It's smoky in the kitchen, so go and wait on the sofa! There's some fruit on the coffee table—have some! Let your brother do it!"

Ye Mufan also frantically nodded while he had his apron on. "How could a girl do such rough work?! I'll do it!"

And so, Ye Wanwan had no choice but to move to the sofa.

Ye Shaoting, who had been hesitant to speak the whole night, cleared his throat and sat down next to his daughter. He furtively probed, "Wanwan, where's Little Ninth… ahem, I mean, President Si? Why haven't we seen him recently?"

His daughter's boyfriend was actually the President of the Si Corporation; he still felt like he was dreaming.

Ye Wanwan took a bite from an apple before replying, "He's been busy abroad lately. I'll bring him home another day!"

Ye Shaoting sighed worriedly. "Oh, child, how could you keep such an important matter from us?"