Even when he laughed occasionally, it was only a cold tug at the corner of his mouth, and not a true smile.
His gaze was always cold and without warmth, his demeanor always lofty and hard to approach.
Now that he was like this, no one dared approach him, even his mother had to be careful when speaking to him.
"I never said I was getting married," Ruan Tianling dismissively turned down Yan Yue, who was not the first to be rejected by him. Although she was embarrassed, she no longer felt the same sense of humiliation and shame.
Sometimes, people aren't born to debauch, but gradually grow accustomed to it.
She hooked her lips, mockingly chuckled to herself, but still maintained her look of loneliness and anger on her face.
Seeing her, Ruan's mother quickly made eye contact with Ruan Tianling, "Tianling, Yueyue is already three months pregnant. In another month or two, her belly will start to show. You should get the marriage over as early as possible, it's all inevitable anyway."
