85 035 is modest and does not compete, the one picking up trash picks up _1

Ji Shaorong had always been an invisible presence in the Ren Family.

He rarely visited the Ren Family's old residence and conducted himself with quiet, scholarly elegance and a strong sense of literary pride.

He had almost no presence in the Ren Family.

Ren Qian was unsatisfied with the marriage and seldom concerned himself with his son-in-law, until the birth of his pleasing granddaughter.

Ji Shaorong had only sought out Ren Qian once seven years ago because of an issue concerning Ji Shaojun.

This was still the first time he had spoken up like this at the Ren Family home.

Even Ren Qian was taken aback by his attitude.

"Alright," Ren Jiawei picked up the cigarette box on the table and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as she bowed her head, "Dad, if you're outclassed, you have to admit it. It's not that I look down on them."

Ren Wanxuan looked up at Ren Jiawei and bit her lip, "Mom…"