After they left, Li Xiaoyao walked to the sofa with Zhu Xiaoyue's shoulders in his embrace and sat down.
Zhu Xiaoyue leaned into Li Xiaoyao's arms, her voice choked up as she said, "My dad wants me to marry someone else. I don't want to get married, I just don't."
Li Xiaoyao's hand gently stroked her hair and said, "With me here, as long as you don't want to marry, no one can force you."
"Really?" Zhu Xiaoyue looked up at him, then her gaze dimmed as she said, "But my dad is the city bureau chief."
Li Xiaoyao boasted confidently, "So what if he's a bureau chief? If I wish, it's not just about a bureau chief, even if it were a prefect, they would have to stand here respectfully and follow my orders."
"Pfft!" Zhu Xiaoyue couldn't help but laugh and said, "You've got such thick skin. Who do you think you are? Even prefects would have to listen to you? Bragging without blushing."
Li Xiaoyao simply smiled and did not explain.