She stood there stunned, speechless, not sure how she should respond because she had been taking it one step at a time.
"I won't say much, only this - whatever path you choose, even if you have to crawl, you must see it through to the end," Lang Qingge's handsome, tranquil face suddenly took on a serious expression.
"Uncle Lang, you're overthinking this. In this day and age, even if things don't work out, we can just divorce, right?" Yu Jingrong seemed utterly nonchalant about the situation.
Lang Qingge leaned back in his chair, took a sip from his glass of water, then said, "You know I'm not just talking about formalities. What matters most is your heart."
Yu Jingrong leaned forward, her elbow on the table and her chin propped up by her hand: "I get it, Uncle Lang. Don't worry. I'm your little fox and I'm not stupid. Oh, by the way, I was planning to have a meal together in a few days. Shouldn't I tell him about who you really are?"
