"I didn't!" Deng Yuyuan's face was filled with panic. "I only said that the man getting married couldn't possibly be Brother Zhao. He's sitting right across from us, so why would he need to use your parents as a mouthpiece?"
Deng Yuyuan looked completely lost, subconsciously gripping Wei Yin's hand. "Senior Sister, did I say something wrong?"
Wei Yin hugged him back reassuringly. "No, not at all. You meant well. Besides, nowadays everyone advocates for free love and independent human rights. How could anyone still practice that feudal, outdated nonsense of arranged marriages dictated by parents and matchmakers?"
The tall young man shrank into the slender woman's embrace. As he raised his eyes, he shot a provocative look at Zhao Mingzhao.
Such a sinister and vicious display made Zhao Mingzhao so furious he wanted to turn and leave right then and there.
"It was me. I wanted to ask you when we're getting married," he said, reorganizing his words and speaking them one by one.
