"It's getting late, I'll walk you home," Zhang Xiaofan said.
"Xiaofan, actually, there's something I haven't told you yet."
"My mom knows I like you, and she too hopes that we can, you know, make things official between us."
"She said, if you're going to marry, then marry a man you like, a good man."
"She won't let my dad force me to marry someone I don't like."
There seemed to be a hint of sadness in Wang Fang's words.
Zhang Xiaofan wasn't surprised by this.
When he had seen Liu Lihe that day, he had a premonition about this.
Zhang Xiaofan thought for a moment: "It's fine. When your dad comes back, if you can't talk it through with him, call me; I'll talk to him."
Wang Fang was excited, quickly grasping Zhang Xiaofan's hand: "Xiaofan, are you serious?"
Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said, "Of course I'm serious. What era are we living in now? There's no way parents still force their daughters to marry against their will.
