Only those whose feelings are truly touched will lose their temper, and his father is exactly like that.
Yan Yi didn't expose him, out of kindness not wanting to hurt an old man's pride.
It was also difficult for him to admit that after a long time apart, he was jealous of losing the upper hand in his mother's heart.
Yan Yi leisurely ate the roast chicken, his expression calm and indifferent, which made Hervey a bit angry as it seemed his son thought he was petty.
Like he didn't want to argue with him, this father.
A bit angry.
Hervey took a bite of fruit salad and asked Yan Yi, "Are you unable to win over that girl Niannian? If you can't, just say so early on."
Yan Yi's face darkened, "Father, I don't mind your little thoughts, but please give your son some respect;
Though it's true I haven't won over Little Niannian, that doesn't stop Bo Nian from becoming my wife in the future."
