Ming Ansheng laughed bitterly as he answered, "I've already agreed to the arranged marriage. Grandfather, why are you still so worried?"
Ming Zhongsheng turned green. "You need to settle the wedding as soon as possible."
"Grandfather, you decide," Ming Ansheng answered briefly and strode over to his desk. He pulled the chair and collapsed on it.
He turned on his laptop without another look at Ming Zhongsheng.
"Don't you dare be too close to any of the Yan family members."
Ming Zhongsheng threw him a stern and cold warning. He paused and hissed, "I'm already almost on my deathbed, it's only a matter of time. I'm doing everything for you."
Ming Ansheng was already immune to these and he barked, "If there is nothing else, please leave. I'm busy."
He didn't even raise his head.
Ming Zhongsheng gazed at Ming Ansheng with his murky-looking eyes. He spoke lightly. "The wedding will be held during the first week of next month."
