Not to mention that this boy looks okay, but with his poor academic performance, he is not worthy of his daughter.

"Just send Xiao He here, and you can go back early."

After sending Jiang He away, Xiang's father spoke to Manxing earnestly.

"After you're full of stars, you're far from his original point. You're flirting with girls the moment you meet. You can tell at a glance that you're a playboy."

Xiang Manxing was shocked when he heard this.

"Dad, you asked me to come out for dinner and now you're asking me to stay away from him. Are you going to sell your daughter or not?"

"you!"

Her words successfully left her father speechless.

When Xiang's father looked into eyes that looked exactly like his wife's, his anger subsided a little.

"Manxing, the No. 1 tycoon in Renhai City invited me to dinner, and I couldn't refuse. I called you so that you could get to know his boy, not that you had to marry him."

His stern explanation was almost like a lecture.

Xiang Manxing didn't want to listen at all.

"What's the point of saying this? I don't know what you adults are planning."

She saw the door of the villa and ran straight in without paying attention to Xiang's father who was shouting behind her.

Father Xiang looked at Xiang Manxing who was acting like a spoiled brat and was about to say something when the phone in his bag suddenly rang.

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

In the end, he did not enter the villa but turned around and got into the car that had been following him closely.

"Go back to the office."

He got in and spoke to the driver.

Xiang Manxing was a little worried about her guitar, but she didn't have a phone.

She was afraid that her father would find out because she had to use her real name when buying a phone card, and since she didn't need the phone anyway, she didn't consider buying one.

It seems that a phone call is still needed now.

Xiang Manxing thought deeply and reviewed the textbook before going to bed early.

I arrived at school early the next morning.

She looked at Jiang He who came in yawning, pulled his sleeve and asked.

"Is my guitar safe?"