Listening to Su Jinci's considerate words for Ming Ge, Ming Zhiyuan's bit of anger dissipated almost entirely.
He also felt that he had been too hasty and should've asked for his daughter's opinion, "Xiaoge, what do you think?"
— Get engaged, or not?
His daughter controlled Daddy Ming with an absolutely indulgent tone.
Ming Ge sipped the red wine from her goblet, and as the lightly sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue, she began to speak under everyone's gaze.
"Get engaged? I think there's no problem at all."
Her face was casual, her tone indifferent.
As soon as her words fell,
Ming Ge successfully saw Yin Ruowei's hand clutching her chopsticks tighten suddenly, the force making her knuckles turn a shade of pale white, bringing her a sense of pleasure.
Su Jinci's expression changed slightly, then she pursed her lips, her jawline tense.
