This time, it was her father who answered her.
Her father indulged his daughter even more than her mother did.
The couple exchanged glances, clearly thinking the same thing: having Wan Donglin as a son-in-law would be a great thing. However, there's no way Wan Donglin would agree to such an arrangement. You don't force things where you eat.
He patted the chair next to him and said softly, "Chuchu, come sit."
She smiled mischievously and sat close to her father, tilting her head, "Dad, I really like Brother Donglin. Can you tell him not to have a girlfriend, please?"
Old Zhang shook his head and smiled, "Silly girl, that's not going to happen."
"Why?"
"He's too old for you, it wouldn't be suitable."
She was defiant, "But he looks very young, just like the older brothers."
"Oh, that's not the case. He's much older than you. His thoughts, his mindset are things you can't comprehend. Two people who don't understand each other can't be together."
