Zhao Si left, and Zhao Yingnan was left standing there alone.
Watching Zhao Si's retreating figure gradually fade away, Zhao Yingnan grabbed something at random and threw it fiercely to the ground.
Marrying off, always about marrying off, why must she get married!
She was perfectly fine on her own, wasn't she?
Free and unfettered, living at ease, she couldn't be happier.
But her father, why did he still hold onto such old-fashioned ideas, leaving her no room for negotiation on this matter!
Zhao Yingnan's chest heaved, and her breathing was hurried, clearly still suffocating with anger because of Zhao Si.
It wasn't until a good while later that her emotions gradually calmed down, and she sat down on the sofa, regaining her usual calm and wise demeanor.
However, the next moment, she furrowed her brows, and a trace of self-reproach appeared on her face.
She really was something, so riled up by her own father about the marriage issue that she forgot a very important matter.
