Ming Zhiyan was looking at her from afar. He pursed his lips tightly. With Jian Dalang's words, he originally wanted to get Qingqing's family's consent before going to see her. However, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. He was afraid that the girl would really give up on him, so he could not bear it anymore. He went to her usual route, hoping to see her.
Jian Qingqing walked in front of him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ming Zhiyan's lips were bitten to the point of bleeding, but he asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Do you not want me anymore?"
Jian Qingqing inexplicably heard a strong grievance from it and quickly said, "No, why would I? Once my family agrees, we can be together, right? You don't need to think too much, be good."
Ming Zhiyan still pursed his thin lips tightly and was in a low mood.
"But your father said that you want to find an obedient husband," he said after a while.
