It's Bullsh*t

Ning Mengmeng couldn't help but laugh coldly. It had always been like this. She wasn't sensible, but Ning Yushi was sensible. She was that man's little cotton jacket.

"Soft heart? Heh... I think she doesn't know what's good for her and doesn't care about age!"

Ning Hexiang's voice was filled with anger. He had never been satisfied with this daughter of his. He even felt that she was a burden.

If she was not married to Pei Yuchen now, he would not even bother to look at her.

"Dad, don't be like this. Mengmeng isn't that kind of person. You see, she's still very filial. This time, she might have suffered some grievances in the entertainment industry, so her emotions are a little too extreme. Dad, please don't hold it against Mengmeng."

It was clearly Ning Hexiang who was talking to her on the phone, but Ning Mengmeng had become a bystander.