Gong Chen continued peeling the apple with his knife, his movements slow and seemingly casual, yet emanating an unwelcoming chill.
"A girlfriend who sends women to her own father, and you ask me to have Second Brother marry her? Then watch as she continues to send women your way to curry favor?"
Old Mr. Gong looked at Gong Chen incredulously, clenching his fists tightly.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Gong Chen, with his eyes downcast and speaking deliberately, said: "Didn't that woman stop seeking you out afterwards? Because Second Brother dealt with her personally. You might have forgotten since, in your eyes, women are like clothes; unless the old is gone, the new will not come."
"..."
Old Mr. Gong's lips trembled slightly.