Song Sixuan dodged the question. "Daddy, I've told you not to praise him so much."
"Okay, okay, Daddy won't talk about him anymore." Seeing her embarrassment, Song Yuandong affectionately curtailed the conversation.
After a moment, he couldn't help but heave a deep sigh of regret:
"Ah, if Chiyin wasn't married, even at the cost of my dignity, I would try to matchmake for our families; what a pity...."
What a pity.
Naturally, he lamented that Yu Chiyin had married long ago and even had children early.
Otherwise, with the backgrounds of both families, a strong union through marriage would have been a perfect match for his daughter to marry Yu Chiyin.
Unfortunately, it was that lowly adopted daughter of the Lu Family who scored a great bargain.
Song Sixuan's eyes twinkled, she casually inquired, "Daddy, you just said his wife was good at painting, so she must be quite talented?"
