When Ning Xiang hurried over, Ning Pingzhang was clutching his aching lower back, his face fierce as a wicked mother-in-law's. Mingyuan stood beside him with his head bowed, looking like a mistreated young wife.
"What happened here?"
"Our dad-no, I mean your dad-accidentally threw his back out just now."
Ning Xiang: "..."
[Well done, you. If you've ruined my mother's happiness for the rest of her life, tsk, you've managed to offend two people at once.]
Mingyuan said, "I didn't do it on purpose. Your dad's back was too fragile."
Ning Xiang looked at Mingyuan sympathetically.
[Among all my suitors, you're the only one who's managed to offend every last member of my family.]
Looking again at her father's handsome face, she noticed a bloody scratch on it.
Mingyuan obediently offered up the Soul-Devouring Whip in his hand and handed it to Ning Xiang. "Soul Devourer did it all!"
Ning Pingzhang's fury blazed three feet high. "Get the hell out! You'll never be my son-in-law! Not a chance!"
Her head aching, Ning Xiang gave Mingyuan a shove. "Go back and write a self-criticism. I'll do my best to put in a good word for you."
After Mingyuan left, Ning Xiang said, "Dad, stop pretending. Careful, or I'll tell Mom and she'll dump you."
Ning Pingzhang scratched his head sheepishly, then quietly asked Ning Xiang, "Sweetheart, you should have won Zhong Xuan over by now, right? Your dad's still waiting to hold a grandchild. You and Zhong Xuan are both peerless beauties. Your children will definitely be gorgeous!"
Ning Xiang: "???"
Seriously, Dad, what on earth was he thinking? She and Qin Ge had barely exchanged a few words. Why had he already picked out names for their children?
If Mingyuan found out, who knew how sour with jealousy he would