She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Professor Yan's disdain for Yan Zhentian was evident in his words.

However, Yan Rushan followed curiously, dragging his suitcase.

He is the youngest in the family and was only eleven years old when his sister died.

All I know is that after my sister died, the two families fell out.

My family never mentioned my sister's death.

This is the Yan family’s eternal pain.

However, occasionally when he heard his father mention Grandpa Yan, he would curse him.

The gist of it is that Yan Zhentian is not a good person. He stopped them from seeing their granddaughter and even prevented them from going to City C.

Professor Yan has given academic lectures at so many universities, but he has never been to City C.

I don’t know whether it was Mr. Yan who was interfering or he was really afraid of being reminded of the past.

"What are you talking about? I'm just expressing my gratitude to you and..." Old Master Yan glanced at Yan Rushan behind him, "Is this Xiaoshan? Xiaoshan is in his early thirties, right? Is he married? How old is his child?"

Yan Rushan: “…” Very good, you have successfully stimulated my dad.

Sure enough, when he heard Yan Zhentian asking his son whether he was married, his expression became even uglier.

To Yan Zhentian, it was just a greeting.

In Professor Yan's opinion, this was simply a deliberate attempt to hit him in the sore spot.

This brat refused to get married, so when he was forced into a corner he moved out.

Although Professor Yan and his wife are both senior intellectuals and relatively open-minded, they are inevitably a bit stubborn when it comes to their children's marriage.

After all, a family like theirs has to save face.

All the other children are married and have children, but the youngest child of the Yan family is still single.

In the past few years, people were actively introducing him because the Yan family was well-off and Yan Rushan himself was also very nice.

Yan Rushan was finding various ways to avoid blind dates.

By the time he turned thirty, his friends and family had begun to suspect that he had a problem with his sexual orientation.

Or, is there any hidden illness?

Once, Professor Yan attended an academic seminar and heard other professors talking about his son, and then he brought up this.

Professor Yan was so angry that his mouth was crooked.

Why are these people so chattering?

His son doesn't get married, obviously because he's lazy.

"What does it have to do with you whether my son is married or not?" Professor Yan glared at Yan Zhentian coldly.

Old Master Yan immediately realized, this is not the end yet?

He immediately said cheerfully: "I think Xiaoshan looks very energetic. Do you want me to introduce one to you?"

Yan Rushan smiled and shook his head: "It's not impossible, but I don't know if Uncle Yan can find what I like."

Mr. Yan originally said it casually.

When he heard Yan Rushan agreed, he immediately patted his chest and guaranteed: "Don't worry, I will definitely find one. Uncle knows a lot of outstanding girls. Whether in family background or knowledge, they are not bad."

"I like those who are more handsome and richer than me."

As soon as Yan Rushan opened his mouth, Professor Yan knew that something bad was going to happen.

Sure enough, listen to what he said, is this human language?

"More handsome than you?" Old Master Yan hesitated for a moment, "Yes, he is handsome, but isn't he better looking?"

How to describe a girl as handsome?

He thought about the girl with short hair, flat chest and a height of 1.8 meters and shook his head.

No, this is too much.

"Richer than you?" When Mr. Yan heard that Yan Rushan had started his own company, his net worth must be over 10 billion, right?

"Are you looking for a girl or a boy? Do you want to marry a wife or marry into the family?"

When Yan Zhentian asked a question, Professor Yan's face fell three points.

Yan Rushan pretended not to hear: "It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl, but my requirements are quite high."

Yan Zhentian was shocked and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.