Zhan Qipei had just walked over when he heard these words. His eyes narrowed as he looked into Deng Yunyi's dark, deep gaze. After two seconds of silence, his gaze shifted and landed on Qiao Jing.
A few days ago at his grandfather's banquet, Qiao Jing had said she approached Deng Yunyi just to get a contact for a friend. He had believed her at the time, but now, seeing this entangled scene, he couldn't help but doubt.
Just then, Qiao Jing's voice, cold to the extreme, rang out.
"Are you serious or just pretending? It has nothing to do with me. I have my career and can't possibly give it up for you. That's it, don't bother me anymore."
"Miss Qiao, I thought you didn't have anything important going on. Now I know you're no ordinary person, and I can't ask you to immediately give up your career to have children with me. I can give you a year's time, after we're married for a year, there's no rush to have children then," Deng Yunyi thought by compromising, Qiao Jing would agree.
