Ji Qingchuan is sitting on the floor of a mess room. Her eyes are full of light. She just sneers and snorts. She doesn't place her hope on the man who is her own father.

Ji Guowen walked around the broken glass, squatted next to Ji Qingchuan, frowned and said, "Qingchuan, you didn't eat anything and didn't drink any water last night, so you will not be able to bear it. Listen to Dad, how much can you eat?"

"are you afraid that I will starve to death, and then no one will marry you to exchange money?"

Ji Qingchuan's sarcastic eyes make Ji Guowen look down shamefully, "Qingchuan, don't...