"Xiaxia, take a seat." Sheng Yize didn't greet Sheng Qingyi. He didn't tell An Xiaxia to greet his father either, and only asked her to sit down.
Sheng Qingyi rubbed his hands, not daring to make a comment.
After all, his son had accomplished way more than he ever had. Be it his capabilities or his temperament, Sheng Yize was no longer the boy that he could handle.
"What would you like to eat? I'll get Auntie Zhang to make you dinner," said Sheng Qingyi uneasily.
An Xiaxia shook her head. "Uncle Sheng, we're just here to ask you a few questions."
"Um, sure."
"Uncle Sheng, you've always wanted a daughter-in-law from a matching background, haven't you? Am I a worthy enough candidate now?" An Xiaxia smiled coldly.