When Ye Linlang heard Jiang Qiran's words, her body suddenly trembled.
She bit the corner of her lips, her voice hoarse.
"Get engaged after graduating from high school? Will your parents agree?"
Even if she and Jiang Qiran didn't belong to the same social class, even if they didn't talk about their family background, Jiang Qiran himself was still much more outstanding than her.
It wasn't that she didn't want to stay with Jiang Qiran for a long time and grow old together. However, Ye Linlang understood how big the gap between her and Jiang Qiran was. It was even harder to bridge than a natural chasm.
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Jiang Qiran combed Ye Linlang's hair. When he saw the girl sitting on the chair, he suddenly smiled.
"Tomorrow, we'll go out for dinner with my parents. Wouldn't it be very simple for you to know their attitude?"
