Tang Xue could sense her mother's intentions; her mother must be dead set on setting her up with this man called Zhang Jian.
This is the last situation Tang Xue wanted to see!
"Mom, I want to tell you, I..."
"Anything you need to say can wait until we're at the dinner table, let's go." Tang Xue's mother cut her off.
Tang Xue looked toward Chen Feng, trying to get his viewpoint.
Chen Feng nodded and said: "Let's go to dinner then."
"Alright." Tang Xue responded with a bitter smile.
"Xuexue, what do you mean by that? If he doesn't go, will you not go either?"
Tang Xue's mother glared at her.
"Mom, how could you say something like that?"
Tang Xue forced a smile.
"Alright, Tang Min, this lad named Chen Feng doesn't seem to have a bad temper. Whatever you have to say, you can say it later."
Zhou Qiang replied forthrightly.
The Tang Min he was referring to was naturally Tang Xue's mother's name.
"Okay, okay, let's go."
Tang Min took her daughter Tang Xue's hand.
