Ma Xiaoling gave Ma Dafu a sidelong glance, "Huh. Who's this person? Looks oddly familiar?"
Ma Dafu finally snapped, "Ma Xiaoling! Will you ever stop! I'm forty-three! Almost forty-four soon! I don't have many good years left, do you really want to aggravate me to death early?"
Ma Xiaoling wrapped her arm around Ren Zhong's and hid behind him, "Oh no! Brother Ren Zhong, he's being mean to me."
Seeing this, Ma Dafu's heart sank.
Old Ma once had the notion of matchmaking Ren Zhong with his daughter.
However, after a recent heart-to-heart, he realized the danger Ren Zhong posed.
Given his age, he could leave this world at any moment, so he was inclined to partner with him in building a venture; if it ended in death, so be it.
But he feared his daughter getting too close to Ren Zhong.
In such a twisted mindset, seeing his daughter so comfortably treating Ren Zhong as one of their own made Old Ma roll his eyes, as if one Buddha emerged and another ascended.
