Xie Niushan felt a chill in his heart.
He did not want to marry one wife after another, did he? If it were not for the short lives of the first two wives and the dishonesty of Ms. Lu, he would have been quite satisfied with just one wife!
"Then why did you say that our father has good luck in love?" Xie Pinggang was secretly relieved.
At his age, he had not married a wife yet. It would be strange if he felt comfortable watching his father marrying one woman after another.
Xie Qiao drank a mouthful of sweet soup and slowly swallowed it. Then, she replied, "It's just luck in love. Father has it, and so do you. There's nothing strange about it. I haven't seen Father for a long time, so I just casually chatted with him."
Did she think that just because her father had luck in love, someone would marry him?
That was impossible.
Her father probably would not be able to find another wife in this lifetime. He did not have that fate.