"I have nothing to do with Smith, you don't have to do that." Her father knelt before her, and she was afraid she would die earlier because of this!

Mr. Fu suppressed his anger, he looked at Smith again, "Mr. Lu, they both are my daughter, just let go of both of them!"

He didn't care which one Smith liked now, they were both his daughters.

But how could Smith care about his rhetoric, his firm outline still exuded indifference, "I listen to Lucy." He knew that once he was ...