"Dad, don't worry, I'm alright and I'm willing."
Lan Anran held onto Lan Tingyun's arm and smiled.
"He is a temperamental person, I'm afraid that after the wedding…"
The more Lan Tingyun thought about it, the more wrong it felt. He wanted to dissuade Lan Anran, but was interrupted.
"Dad, don't worry, it's nothing. We will get along slowly after we're married," Lan Anran said obediently.
"Sis! Are you sure you want to marry that monster?"
Lan Yanran was pouting on the side.
His sister had just returned home, but was leaving to get married before they could even get close. He couldn't bear it.
He was cursing Mo Jinrong in his heart. Why did he have to like his sister?
Lan Anran touched Lan Yanran's small head, rubbed his soft hair and smiled.
"You don't have to worry about me, I'll protect myself."
The family's worry made Lan Anran extremely touched.
