Feng Lin was no longer the divorce-seeking Xiao Bai of the past.
As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes.
After so many failures, he had come to understand the nature of women.
This time, he was determined to break off the engagement gracefully.
"I am not a stickler for tradition, everything depends on my Erya,"
Xuanyuan Pengju stroked his beard and said, "You go out for a meal with my Erya, have a chat, and come back after a few hours."
"Senior, there's something I'm not sure if I should say or not," Feng Lin suddenly lowered his head.
"Speak."
Xuanyuan Pengju nodded.
"I feel that I may not be worthy, I already have a wife."
Feng Lin blandly lifted his head, "And not just one."
"What? Feng Chen said you were still single back then."
Xuanyuan Pengju's brows immediately furrowed.
"But it's been so many years, I didn't even know there was this marriage arrangement."
Feng Lin spoke somewhat innocently.
"That's also true, I haven't told Erya either."
