"If he likes it, if he doesn’t like it, if it’s a matter of time before his father decides to marry two families," Qing Mo Yan said coldly.
"What about you?" RuXiaoNan test way Blue ink Yan looked down at her green eyes, and he could see his own shadow in them. "Even my father made a marriage for me … whoever I finally marry can’t help him." The last sentence was a little cold in his tone, but RuXiaoNan didn’t find him…