"Old Qin!" Li Junping glared at Qin Ru Hai with a cold face, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Qin Ru Hai glanced at An Hao and saw that the girl was biting her lower lip and seemed quite unhappy, so he said, "An Hao, you don't need to take your aunt's words to heart. As long as you and Jianzi are happy, that's enough."
With that, he tugged at Li Junping's sleeve and headed straight for home.
When they reached the doorway, he stopped, turned around, and said to Li Junping, "What's the matter with you? Can't you see that our son is in love? He's already thirty years old; can't he have a sense of what's important in this matter? He finally meets someone he likes, and you just can't stop causing trouble for our son?"
"I just want our son to have a better future!" Li Junping retorted with her mouth twisted, "I don't think highly of An Hao's family background either. If she marries Qin Jian, do you think our son will have a peaceful life afterward?"