"I... I'm... sorry," Anantha struggled to apologize, "I said the wrong thing."
_Huh... why am I being silly like this?!_
Meanwhile, on the other hand, Nabila's face became gloomy again, the smile on her lips disappeared. The beautiful face with make-up and charming clothes no longer completed her appearance.
Unfortunately, Aliana, who should have snapped, smiled happily, "Sorry, uncle, my brother becomes a stuttering mess, because he likes your nephew too much," Aliana's words were truly god-level nonsense.
"Just so you know, even though I'm almost charmed by you," Jakpar's big swollen hand pointed at Anantha, "I don't necessarily agree to accept you as my nephew's future husband," he sat back in his chair, it squeaked with the force.
