Old Sir Tang knocked the ground with his cane and said, "Truly, he's my son, the son of Tang Feng. His temperament is very much like mine, but it's not meant for you to threaten me!"
"Father, saying anything else is pointless. You should make a choice now, right now!" Tang Yuxiu said.
"You're not even willing to give your father a little time to think?" Old Sir Tang asked mockingly.
"I believe that this month has been ample time, more than enough for Father to think everything over."
"You really do understand me!"
Old Sir Tang snorted coldly, although his expression was cold and his tone sarcastic, he wasn't truly angry, and his eyes didn't show any anger.
Tang Yuxiu was persisting here precisely because he understood him; otherwise, once he confirmed that Old Sir Tang would never agree, he would have already left.
The fact that he was still here proved that there was a chance Old Sir Tang might agree, and a significantly high one at that.
