Madam Rong smiled bitterly. "Okay, Father, I'll choose an auspicious day first…"
The Old Master was in an exceptionally good mood after receiving an affirmative answer. He started humming a little tune.
Rong Xuelong… wanted to cry!
Grandpa, why didn't you ask me if I wanted to marry him?
She found an excuse and dragged Jiang Chenglong out.
"It's over, it's over." In an empty area, Rong Xuelong held her forehead. "We're really doomed this time."
Jiang Chenglong saw her anxiousness, and his eyes drifted to the side.
"It's okay if Sister isn't willing. I'll think of a way to cancel it." His voice seemed to be tainted with the tone of death.
Rong Xuelong slapped her forehead. "Don't move first. Let me think again…"
Hearing her unexpected words, Jiang Chenglong's eyes regained a little vitality.
Xuelong meant that… she was actually considering their engagement?
Would she hesitate to be with him?