Meng Xinian looked toward Meng Chaojun.
Seeing him with a tense face, unable to meet his own gaze, he couldn't help but give a dismissive smile.
"Uncle, I remember when my dad wanted to marry Duan Qingqing, you also praised her, didn't you? Since that's the case, why not, pursue her yourself? Having her be with you would be quite nice. After all, it now seems that the Duan Family can't really help the Meng Family anyway, so if you marry Duan Qingqing, and I find another wife for myself from a good family who can help my dad, what do you think, isn't that right?"
As soon as Meng Xinian finished speaking, Duan Qingqing's face turned red all at once.
"Xinian! What are you saying! Is this kind of talk a joke to you?"
"Meng Xinian!" Meng Chaojun also suddenly stood up, "That's too much!"
Meng Xinian still sat there leisurely, his eyes cold as ice.