Zhao Dafa almost spat out his soup when he glared at his son for a good while before swearing, "Do you fucking think you're ordering dishes at a restaurant, wanting whoever you please?"
Zhao Yun stiffened his neck, "Anyway, I don't care. If you're going to find me a stepmom, it has to be to my liking. I think Aunt Hongmei is pretty good. If you insist on marrying Aunt Hui, then I'll run away from home."
When Zhao Dafa came out of his son's room, Liang Xiaowen greeted him with a smile, holding her test paper.
"Daddy, I got a 100 in math this time."
Looking at the bright 100 on the test paper, Zhao Dafa's face broke into a smile.
Having suffered from his own lack of education, he really hoped his children could study more. Seeing them achieve good grades made him exceptionally happy and satisfied.
"You did well. What reward would you like?"