The middle-aged man's face stiffened, he was just short of kneeling to Ronald Loman, silently cursing in his heart, please don't mess with my daughter...
"Second Young Master, my child has a plain appearance, average talent, and merely likes to write about cultivating body and mind, which is very dull and boring..."
Ronald Loman chuckled softly, "Is that so? As for me, Young Sir, I love challenging things. Anyway, staying in the domestic realm nowadays is quite boring. I wonder if your daughter is interested in discussing the seventy-two styles with me. Presumably, this will be a collision between traditional and modern literature, which might spark a cross-era trendy wave."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man who had been smiling all along was so angry that his whole body trembled. His face turned ashen, and he finally lost his smile.
"Bastard!"
