Whenever a wealthy heroine falls in love with a poor boy, there must be a plot like this:
"Dad, I'm in love with him and I want to be with him."
"No! You can't find such a poor boy!"
"This is my love! It's my own business! I want to be with him!"
"Since you insist on being with him, okay, then get out of this house!"
As the younger sister of the heroine, watching them sing and fight, I just wanted to sigh.
Let your father go.