Mo Jianrong ignored the pain in his heart: "Son, I have arranged a marriage for you. The bride is Miss Ye Ling, the youngest daughter of the Ye family. Next month is your big wedding day!"
Sweat seeped from Su Hongxing's palms as she looked at Mo Li.
Mo Li hurriedly explained: "Su, I had no idea about this. Don't worry, it's impossible for me to marry Miss Ye. I won't marry anyone but you..."
"Miss Su, you cannot deny that while Miss Ye may not be as beautiful as you, her family background is something you cannot compare with. Moreover, Ye Ling is cleaner than you..."
"Mo Jianrong, shut up!!" Mo Li shouted in anger. He couldn't tolerate anyone hurting Su Hongxing, especially not Mo Jianrong, who was blood-related to him.
Su Hongxing had never seen Mo Li like this before. He was always gentle, never engaging in conflict with others. Yet that gentle man was now flushed with anger because of her.
