Ning Yibin really liked Qin Jian's attitude, "True to my own flesh and blood! That's the kind of courage I'm talking about, whether in work or in love, one should have such dedication and bravery! You're just like I was when I was younger. My old superior also set me up with many potential partners, but I only had eyes for your mother! Other women might as well have been invisible to me! My superior called me stubborn, but it was that very stubbornness that won me your mother."
"Exactly! You father and son really speak the same language!" Zhang Yun, although rebutted by Qin Jian, was still happy inside. Her son had been raised by others for thirty years, but his temperament and nature were exactly like his father's.
"Of course! We men are different from you women! You go picking and choosing when looking for a partner, comparing this and that. Do you think you're shopping for cabbage at the market?" Ning Yibin said.