Before Sang Qianqian could reply, Sang Pengcheng had already said, "In my opinion, Shi'an is a good kid. Qianqian, now that you're working, you can start thinking about other things."
Sang Qianqian pursed her lips. "Brother hasn't even considered it, so why should I be in such a hurry?"
"Dad's talking about you. Don't direct the attention to me."
Sang Minglang stood up, looking as if he wanted to stay out of this. "I don't have a pursuer like Xie Shi'an, who loiters around the house all day."
He waited for Sang Minglang to go upstairs. Then, Sang Pengcheng said seriously, "Qianqian, Daddy is serious. This child has been treating you like this for the past four years. You can really consider him."
"Dad, why didn't you rush brother like this? He's much older than me."
Speaking of which, Sang Qianqian had never seen her father rush her brother for personal problems.
