"You still knew to come back? I thought you really had what it took to run away from home!"
The moment Charlie entered the room, he heard his father's stern voice.
That imposing voice crushed the courage he had painstakingly gathered. He had clearly thought things through after hearing what that person said in the restroom—so why was he too scared to speak now?
Charlie sat down in a chair and gave a casual snort. "Yeah, I'm back."
Seeing his son like this, a trace of complicated emotion flashed through Old Charlie's eyes. His tone softened slightly as he said, "Why can't you just understand? What's wrong with marrying the Second Princess? She's beautiful, has a great figure, a gentle temperament, and she's from the royal family. What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"
Hearing his father's lengthy speech, Charlie instinctively retorted, "The main thing is that she's from the royal family, right?"
"You! You dare talk back?!" Old Charlie angrily pointed at Charlie, making him shrink his neck.
Still, Old Charlie did not strike him. Charlie was his only son, and he had rarely ever laid a hand on him while Charlie was growing up. Even at their most heated earlier, he had only grabbed Charlie by the collar and splashed a cup of tea on him. Then Charlie had stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and had not returned until now.
Old Charlie's lips twitched a few times before he finally sighed and lowered his hand. "Then tell me, what exactly are you dissatisfied with about the Second Princess? The people who want to marry her in the entire royal capital are lined up beyond the city gates. She must be blind to have taken a liking to you, yet you're still being so ungrateful!"
Charlie muttered, "What's