Seeing that Jiang Ruolan had ignored him, Jiang Guanyu looked at her with slight dissatisfaction before shifting his gaze to Xian Zihao.
"Zihao, this is our family matter. Bingqing is a little headstrong, so she can't distinguish between what she should say and what she shouldn't do but Ruolan--'
"Uncle." Xian Zihao did not show any expression. His voice was also light, but his hand holding onto Jiang Ruolan's shoulder tightened. He didn't want to let her go. "No matter what status Ruolan had in your Jiang Family, she's my wife here."
Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath and raised her head to look at Xian Zihao's handsome face with a calm expression. Her ice-cold heart seemed to have been melted by something warm, and her hand in Xian Zihao's palm was no longer stiff.
"Zihao, this marriage is too hasty." Zhan Lian suddenly said while sighing. In her eyes, there was a hint of frustration and dissatisfaction with the marriage.
