Chen Yang looked at An Ning, who was awaiting his answer, reached out, playfully flicked her nose, and laughed, "If you're a bad woman, then there aren't any good women left in the world."
An Ning knew that Chen Yang was just trying to cheer her up, but she still felt a sweetness in her heart. She swatted away Chen Yang's hand and stuck out her tongue. "I'm not a little girl, why are you flicking my nose!"
Watching Chen Yang's grinning face, she continued to speak as if she were explaining to him, "It's not that I don't want to honor the marriage arrangement, it's just that Chen Zheng is really not suitable for marriage. At least I know he's been with fifty women. All of them came from good families, somewhat influential, but after he ruined them, none dared to speak up because of the power of the Chens."
Looking at An Ning, who was earnest, Chen Yang wore a puzzled expression. "Why are you telling me all this? I'm not your boyfriend, there's no need for you to explain to me."
