"Sit down." The old man pointed to the seat across from him, looking at Fu Yihan with a serious expression.
Fu Yihan nodded and sat down lazily, grabbing the sofa cushion with both hands. He looked at them with a half-smile. "Alright, go ahead, what do you want to ask me?"
"Qin Man is Qin Shuwen's daughter?" the old man asked.
"Yes."
The old man's brows gradually furrowed. "Do you have any ulterior motives for marrying her?"
"What ulterior motives could I possibly have?" Fu Yihan chuckled. "Grandpa, didn't you always say you wanted the project under Qin Shuwen's management? Once we get married, that project will be ours, perfectly accessible for us to run. Isn't that a cause for celebration?"
"..."
The old man stared at Fu Yihan with a complex expression, his gaze becoming unfamiliar, almost estranged.
