With that, he flung his sleeves and left.
Ning Yourong watched his retreating figure, then turned to her stunningly beautiful stepdaughter and her defiantly unruly future son-in-law, a sour feeling welling up inside her.
She forced a smile. "Ranran's father just has a temper like that. He's mad because you two didn't tell him first."
"How about this? We'll find a day that works for everyone, and you, young comrade, can come with Ranran for a proper meeting with the parents. Once your parents have also given their approval, we can arrange a time for both families to meet and discuss the wedding arrangements."
"Our Ranran was pampered growing up. She's never had to lift a finger. And as the only daughter in the family, she can't just be married off casually. It has to be a grand celebration."
He Qingran also smiled. "Stepmother, just how grand are we talking? A betrothal gift of a thousand yuan or so? A bicycle, sewing machine, watch, and radio all included?"
