Chi Mingwei glanced at his father.
Alright, then.
Both his father and daughter liked Quan Jue.
He would have to try, too.
"In that case, there's nothing to worry about." Chi Jiao drank a mouthful of tea, frowning a little at the bitterness.
Strawberry milk was still the best. She couldn't enjoy such high-end tea leaves.
Looking at Chi Jiao's expression, Chi Mingwei smiled helplessly and dotingly.
His Jiaojiao was still a child. She should be carefree at her age.
With this thought in mind, Chi Mingwei said, "Jiaojiao, you don't have to listen to Quan Jingzhou. He doesn't like my daughter, and I don't like his son. But because you like Quan Jue, Dad supports you. As long as you and Quan Jue like each other, you don't have to think about anything else."
Old Master Chi nodded and said, "Our Chi family won't betray our juniors in exchange for glory. Jiaojiao, listen to your father. He's right."