Bai Zheng, furious and embarrassed, grabbed Diwu Zexuan's collar, "Meimei is my daughter. If you're so capable, why didn't you convince Youyou to inherit your legacy instead of coming to undermine me?"
"I don't have the capability, so I can only compete with you for Meimei. If you were capable, you could undermine me. If Youyou is willing to go into business, I guarantee I'll agree without a second thought."
Diwu Zexuan's lips curled slightly, speaking indifferently.
While voicing his stance, he also taunted Bai Zheng coldly.
Obviously mocking him for not respecting his daughter's wishes.
"I do like Meimei. She's smart and has a talent for medicine. If she follows me, she will certainly achieve her own accomplishments in medical science. But can you really say I'm forcing her to study medicine? As her father, you're the one who knows best whether she likes it or not!"
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