As soon as the word "clothes" was uttered, Xia Yuan shot a sharp glare, "I don't want any clothes. I've told you many times, I'm not going. Just leave!"
The door was pushed open from outside. Xia Zhengyang stood at the door, looking at his rambunctious daughter, feeling a bit of a headache, "Yuanyuan, what are you doing? It's just asking you to change clothes and go with your dad to Uncle Li's house. Nothing's going to happen to you."
Xia Yuan stood up, "Dad, I've told you many times, I don't want to marry him! Why must I marry someone I don't like? Are you happy if your daughter lives unhappily in the future?"
"What is liking?" Xia Zhengyang questioned back, "Just living at someone's place for a few days counts as liking? Do you know who he is, the deputy director of Beichen Group, do you know what that means? In Z City, people you absolutely cannot offend, right at the top is the young master of the Beichen family, and secondly, his right-hand man."
