Father Su scratched his head awkwardly. He truly could not understand where his daughter's resentment had come from. Could it be... that he had not cared enough about her in everyday life?
Ah, that had to be it!
That brat named Ling Zhan was far too much as well.
Still, for his daughter's sake, he would swallow this bad breath for now.
Father Su began helping his daughter come up with ideas.
Smack.
A bank card was slapped into Su Rou's palm.
"There are ten million Dragon Coins in this card. Your mother told me that classmate Ling Zhan's family circumstances are fairly ordinary. How about you give him the money and hire him as a tutor to come to our house and help you with your studies?"
Su Rou: "..."
She had truly had enough of this rich old man's way of thinking.
"That won't work. Classmate Ling Zhan doesn't seem very interested in money."
"I see..." Father Su stroked his chin in thought.
"I've got it. I can find a way to auction off high-level equipment, high-level weapons, and high-level medicine at the black market. As a class changer, he should be interested in those things, right?"
"That won't work either."
Su Rou rejected him again.
From her observations, Ling Zhan was low-key to an outrageous degree, and he seemed to be the sort who desired nothing and sought nothing.
What if her father really tried to bury him beneath money and high-level equipment?
Would it have the opposite effect?
Would Ling Zhan think they were insulting him?
"This won't work, and that won't work. Don't tell me my precious daughter has to kneel before him and acknowledge him as her master?" Father Su grew impatient. That brat was damn hard to deal with.
A master-disciple ceremony!?
Right,