"You're going to deliver the congratulatory gift yourself?" Mu Bing's brows knitted together. He tried to persuade her gently, "Your status is anything but ordinary now. Countless people are desperate just to meet you, yet they aren't even qualified. No matter how capable Yue Qianchou is, when he sees someone from the Immortal Palace, he still has to behave himself. Your future husband is Wu Xiong, the Great Commander of External Affairs for the Immortal Palace! What right does Yue Qianchou have to make you personally offer congratulations? In my opinion, sending Tao Zhong on the trip would be more than enough."
"Father!" Mu Tianjiao gave a sharp cry, her gaze suddenly turning fierce. She enunciated every word: "Yue Qianchou relies on himself. We rely on Wu Xiong. Are you sure we can rely on him for the rest of our lives?"
Mu Bing stiffened. After staring blankly for a while, he said awkwardly, "Could it be that we should rely on Yue Qianchou instead?"
"This is not a matter of relying on anyone." Anger tinged Mu Tianjiao's voice. "Wouldn't it be good to make another friend with potential? Wouldn't it be good to broaden our connections? Must the SITONG Chamber of Commerce really tread a single-plank bridge with trembling hearts?"
The atmosphere between father and daughter instantly became somewhat awkward. Mu Tianjiao's gaze was scorching, and Mu Bing did not dare meet it. Turning his head aside, he said weakly, "Then we'll do as you say!"
No matter how disappointing he was, he was still her father. Mu Tianjiao's eyes softened again, and she smiled helplessly. "If your daughter gets married, I'm afraid Father will be lonely by himself. Why not take a few more wives?"
"Er..." Mu Bing stared at her, dumbstruck. What daughter urged her father to