Mo Qingze smiled helplessly, curled up his index finger, and tapped on her forehead before he repeated himself.
An engagement?
Mo Yan stared at Mo Qingze as if she had been struck by lightning, motionless, but the words of Xiao Ruiyuan, before he left, surfaced in her mind. One of them was—Don't get engaged before I return, do you understand? Even if your father forces you, it won't do!
Ah, why is she thinking of that man again? It must be because he was so domineering that day that it scared her. Yes, that must be it!
Suppressing the restlessness in her heart, Mo Yan patted her flushed cheeks somewhat frantically, seeing her father watch her with a smile, knowing he mistook her for being shy.
Should she pretend to be shy and run away, or hang her head and timidly voice her opinion while fiddling with the corner of her clothes?
