Tang Ying felt that someone like Tang Huai, born into poverty without a father, and with no males in the household, would definitely want to marry off early.
"At a time like this, you're still speaking up for her?" Jing Peng said displeased, he liked it when everything went his way with his woman.
Tang Ying sensed Jing Peng's displeasure, she lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, looking so pitiful it tugged at the heartstrings.
"Alright, my grandma is waiting for you," Jing Peng glanced at Tang Ying and strode toward his house.
Tang Ying looked up, her eyes veiled with a layer of mist, silently watching Jing Peng's retreating figure.
Suddenly, she curled her lips and smiled triumphantly.
Jing Peng didn't like Tang Huai!
Before, she was worried Jing Peng liked Tang Huai, but now, hearing his words, she knew, Jing Peng not only didn't like Tang Huai, but he also felt some aversion toward her.
