As she turned her eyes, Li Fengchang was coincidentally looking over at her.
Their gazes collided, and Li Fengchang asked with calm reassurance, "Shenshen, what do you think?"
Mi Shen's heart tightened—was he asking for her opinion? Or was he saying… she needed to make a decision?
It seemed that no matter which it was, she was not suited to give any answer in this kind of situation.
Ye Fuling was quietly digging her nails into her skin. What did he mean by this? Why would he ask Mi Shen about his marriage?
Was a marriage not supposed to be arranged by the parents and the matchmaker? Mi Shen was a junior, what qualifications did she have to speak on this matter?
Or did it mean that, in his heart, Mi Shen really had become that important?
The three pairs of eyes on the sofa across from her uniformly settled on her, with Li Mingzhu acting as cunning as a monkey, instigating to a certain point and then standing by to watch.
