Chen Fan let go of Fang Qiong after they walked out of the room. He said apologetically.
"Sorry for crashing your family party."
"No… I should be sorry, Xiao Fan." Fang Qiong closed in and leaned on Chen Fan. She said with a hint of disappointment: "I had never thought that my family would oppose so strongly of our marriage. They were my cousins, but none of my cousins were on my side. I wonder if our family bond really meant anything to them."
"Yea, and screw those family rules, they are just excuses to mask their disdain." Chen Fan snorted, "If I were the president of the United State of America, they would have fought each other to lick my boots."
"Hehe."
Despite herself, Fang Qiong blurt out a light laughter. She hit Chen Fan on the chest and complained: "Don't be so gross."
