"I originally thought that both you and Bo Yi were pretty good people, that marrying my two daughters to your brothers would lead to familial harmony. Unfortunately, that was just my wishful thinking."
Bo Yan said nothing, taking a sip of his coffee. Xia Youbiao picked up an orange, put a slice into his mouth, and indeed, it was sour. However, because he had undergone a skin graft surgery, his face hadn't fully recovered to its previous state, and he couldn't quite see the sourness clearly.
