Xie Qinghuan gave him a look, warning him to tone it down.
Yan Jiu, however, acted like a lord, leaning back in his chair, smoking, utterly brazen.
Xie Qinghuan awkwardly smiled at the man, "Don't mind him, he's been spoiled since he was a kid, still acts like a child now."
The man nodded understandingly, "No problem, your family is my family. It's good for me to get to know them early."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiu seemed a bit impatient, straightening up and saying softly, "She won't marry you."
"Why?" the man frowned and asked, apparently sensing the shift in atmosphere between them.
Xie Qinghuan also furrowed her brow, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who I marry is my business; whether I marry him or not is up to me."
Seeing her speak out in rebuttal, the man was somewhat reassured.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, Yan Yiheng suddenly pulled Xie Qinghuan into his arms, "Our son is almost three months old, and you still want to marry someone else?"
