"Qin Fu, Qin Yao surely has his own thoughts on the matter, let's not talk about this right now!" someone seemingly trying to smooth things over, but actually pressuring Qin Yao to make a clear statement immediately, said, "Qin Yao, your marriage to Miss Wan—it won't be called off, right?"
Qin Yao listened impassively, until the room fell dead silent; only then did he finally speak again, his voice even more indifferent, "Miss Wan? I don't know her."
"You..." Qin Fu was so astounded he could barely breathe, anxiously saying, "How can you not know her!"
"I've been out there fighting and killing for so many years, when would I have had the time to look at any woman?" Qin Yao looked meaningfully at Qin Fu, "Unlike you, you must have seen plenty."
Qin Fu was so angry he dared not speak, his face turning purple as he clenched his fist.
