"\"Old Ye, just listening to you talk about how great your son-in-law is, isn't enough, let us meet him! You're being sly!\""
A friend by Father Ye's side pointed at him with a chuckling smile, "Over the years, we've seen all sorts of talented youth in the business world. With you hyping him up so much, I feel there must be a lot of hot air!"
"I find that comment quite unpleasant," Father Ye glared, with a bit of alcohol fuelling his mood, and he picked up his phone to call Song Yun.
On the other side, Song Yun had just finished dinner and was about to go to bed when he saw a call from his father-in-law.
"Song Yun, are you busy right now? If not, come pick up Qing Qing. We've had quite a bit to drink tonight."
Father Ye's words jolted Song Yun awake. Was this his chance to pick up his wife and take her straight home???
For a starving man, this was an irresistible temptation.
Song Yun quickly agreed and, throwing on a jacket, drove to the hotel.