After hanging up the phone, Pu Zhicheng's face didn't look good.
His daughter was anxious beside him.
"Dad, how did it go? Is he coming or not?"
"He said he wants to stay with his family, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Pu Xue was so angry she almost wanted to smash the cup in her hand.
"Stay with them for what? It's definitely that tigress at home not letting him out. For such a big man like Yue, he really gives face to his shrew of a wife. He's probably resentful inside."
Pu Zhicheng glanced at her, "From the tone on the phone, Yue didn't sound unwilling. Daughter, maybe we should just drop this. If it works out, great. If not, it'll be a big embarrassment."
Pu Xue was not willing; she had her eye on Yue Jiandong for quite a while.
Pu Zhicheng also grew up in the village, and was practically part of the second batch of people following Yue Jiandong.
He got rich early, moved to the city, and brought his daughter along.
