"Uncle Huang, I'm checking on your son's injuries right now."
Yifan Lin looked helpless as he examined the knife wound on Huang Dequan.
Who would have thought that Huang Jingtian was actually planning to marry off his daughter?
"It doesn't interfere, does it? You do your examination, I'll say my piece. When a man gets older, he marries; when a woman matures, she weds. My daughter works at the biggest hotel in the county, she's what they call a high-level white-collar worker, and she's making quite a bit of money. Plus, she takes after her mother when it comes to looks, beautiful as can be; she has plenty of suitors."
Huang Jingtian had a cheerful expression.
Everyone in the village knew by now—Lin Yifan had struck it rich.
Driving a luxury car worth millions, exuding all the grandeur.
Who wouldn't want to marry their daughter to him?
"Hmm, hmm!"
Lin Yifan could only oblige with a perfunctory reply.
