Zhao Mengjin and Ou Yanan didn't object. As it was, they needed to discuss this unexpected situation.
The two of them walked outside the hotel, and as soon as they reached the parking lot, they started arguing.
"Say something! Are you mute?" Zhao Mengjin lost her temper at the poker face in front of her.
"What do you want me to say?" Ou Yanan replied, "If you want me to say I won't marry you, that's impossible."
"What?" Zhao Mengjin felt it was unbelievable, pointing her finger at his chest. "What did you say to me last time? You said yourself that you don't have feelings for me at all, that it was all an act, an act! Now that it's come to this, what are you going to do? Get engaged, get married, have kids? I'm telling you, don't dream on, I won't go along with it!"
Ou Yanan's expression was cold, but he insisted on one principle: "If you want to refuse, don't refuse it to my face."
Because it was between that person and this woman, it had nothing to do with him.
