Feeling impatient with Yan Rusheng's antics, Ming Zhongsheng bluntly stated what was on his mind.
He knew clearly that each new generation would surpass the previous one. He would be overestimating his own capabilities if he chose to play a game of wit or tried to exchange words with the young generation.
Especially with the third grandson of the Yan family.
"Arranged marriage?" Yan Rusheng pretended to be shocked. "What arranged marriage? Why wasn't I informed?"
He turned to look at Wang Daqin.
Wang Daqin was shrewd, and she knew how to act in tandem with her grandson to help him get out of this fix.
She decided to push all the blame onto herself. "Third Yan, this is all my fault since I didn't tell you beforehand. At your age, you should be getting ready to settle down. Xinyi is a nice girl, so I've discussed with Grandfather Ming about the arranged marriage in private."
