"Yang Maomao?"
Liu Bingyun's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes as she called out the name.
But Yang Maomao, the subject of her disdain, seemed oblivious and quickened his pace toward her, "I've been to your company and home several times these past few days and couldn't find you. What have you been so busy with?"
"Nothing much, what do you want from me?" Liu Bingyun asked.
"Of course, it's to discuss our marriage."
"Who said I'm going to marry you?"
Yang Maomao said with a smile, "My family has already agreed, and your mother also thinks we are a perfect match. She even mentioned when she went to have tea with my mother a few days ago that we should set a date soon."
Liu Bingyun said, voice void of emotion, "My marriage is not for my mother to decide!"
"Your father probably won't refuse, right?" Yang Maomao shrugged and smiled, "Also, I've heard about the problems with your family's company,
