Ye Tian found a stool and sat down across the table, facing Tang Guoqing. He seemed so composed and at ease, as if the person sitting in front of him was just an unimportant figure.
"You don't have to keep placing the folder in front of yourself every time. If you really don't want to talk to me, you didn't have to call me here."
Looking at Tang Guoqing buried in his documents, Ye Tian felt for the first time the hypocrisy and fragility in this man's heart. Only by burying himself in papers could he avoid the outside world and its people; in his view, everyone out there was either out to use him or harm him, including his own daughter.
Tang Guoqing didn't raise his head, his pen still scrawling on the paper, "By what right do you marry my daughter?"
This sudden question caught Ye Tian off guard.
