Catching Feelings

Just as Mu Yangling was feeling doubtful, Qi Haoran reached out and pointed at the six people he had chosen. Other than Liu Dahei, who rushed forward excitedly, the other five people's footsteps were a little slow.

Qi Haoran glared at them. Damn it, if they were unwilling, they could have said so earlier. It wasn't as if he could force them to marry the Miao girl, right?

If they had told him beforehand, he could have replaced them earlier.

Looking at Liu Dahei, the only willing candidate, he felt rather worried. With such looks and age… If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have tried to appear fair and merely selected two men from each camp. He should have cast his net wider and picked out all those who were eligible.

Jinhua stole a glance at Liu Dahei and whispered into Mu Yangling's ear, "Who's that tanned guy who commanded the army just now?"