Lin Qiao was stunned, her mind a blank.
Song Tingfan originally wanted to wait a little longer for his sister-in-law, but since Li Guifen had already spoken, he didn't hesitate, saying in a deep voice, "Yes, there's absolutely no deception."
"I believe you. I'll go back and tell your Uncle Lin right away. You just bring some things when you come to visit." Li Guifen did not look at Lin Qiao; whatever her daughter said this time, she would not change her mind, even if her daughter hated her for it.
Actually, the Lin Family couldn't decide on Lin Qiao's marriage, but Song Tingfan could. As long as he consented, Lin Qiao could decide.
Lin Qiao snapped out of it and said urgently, "Mom, what are you saying? Tingfan has his own bride to marry."
In truth, from Song Tingfan's response, something was already certain in her heart.
"Don't try to tell me you still don't know? The one Tingfan wants to marry is you. He lied because he was afraid you would reject him."
