Song Qiao looked up at him, her gaze somewhat unfocused. Staring at that handsome face, she felt an intense sense of unfamiliarity. After a while, she seemed to react, and spoke with a cool smile, "What? You want to marry me? Didn't you hear the person below say just now that my parents killed your foster parents..."
Song Qiao hadn't finished her sentence when, the next second, she froze in place, looking at the man's actions as if in a daze.
Lu Jingchen ignored her words, more like ignoring everyone's words altogether. He directly placed the ring he had been holding onto Song Qiao's ring finger, then extended his own hand, slightly frowning as he reminded, "Help me put it on."
Murong Rui saw this scene, her expression changed drastically, and she immediately shrieked sharply, "Brother Jingchen, how can you..."
