"Really! What's the problem?"
With Fu Qian's such confident tone, Wen Li's eyes lit up immediately.
"Anxiety disorder."
"... Mr. Fang, stop joking around!"
As soon as she said this, Wen Li's expression instantly stiffened.
"Who's joking."
Fu Qian looked at her strangely.
"At your age, it's normal for elders to press you about marriage during the holidays, aren't you being too sensitive?"
"Impossible."
Wen Li's head shook like a rattle-drum, insisting on her own judgment.
"I understand my father and my aunt; they're definitely not like this normally."
"They've always respected my opinions, but this time the communication was almost completely cut off, unimaginably stubborn."
"The first day I went back was calm enough, but right after that, I got into a fierce argument with my father because I wouldn't follow his arrangements; something really felt off."
A fierce argument, that was indeed imaginable.
Looking at Wen Li's troubled face, Fu Qian made a mental note.
