"I only do what needs to be done, I don't have the time to squabble with you."
With furrowed brows, the Xing patriarch didn't burst into rage this time, "Let's cut to the chase between us father and son, are you or are you not taken by that Ms. Lian girl?"
Unexpectedly, his earnest words received from his son nothing but a cold laugh, failing to elicit any other expression on his face.
Xing Liehuo didn't even raise his eyebrows this time, replying coldly, "I've said it before, my affairs are none of your business."
"Foolish child, why can't you understand?" the Xing patriarch coughed, a bit choked up, and then spoke gravely, "Since ancient times, great men aiming for great achievements have always steered clear of deep emotions. Throughout history, have you ever seen any hero who expanded his territory while being wrapped up in sentimental affairs? Liehuo, for generations the Xing family's thriving business has endured—do you really want to be the one to ruin it?"