Lin Shanshan's expression was complex, showing both joy and resentment on her face.
Her thoughts fluctuated, and her eyes shone brightly, "This silly big head, when I first saw him, I felt he was extraordinary. My judgment was indeed correct!"
Seeing his beloved daughter intently watching Ning Zhuo, Lin Bufan's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he decisively dismissed his previous thoughts, "No, with Shanshan's temperament and tactics, if she were to marry Ning Zhuo, she might be devoured to the point where not even her bones remain."
"Ning Zhuo, this man with a thick face and a dark heart, is definitely not a good match for Shanshan."
"Instead, Jiu'er, who is straightforward and generous, deeply in love with Shanshan, will surely not mistreat her in the future."
Lin Bufan had taken wives, fathered daughters, and recruited numerous disciples for the sake of his own position and cultivation.
But just as he had said to everyone in the living room earlier—people change.
