Fengye Ningyuan laughed, looking up to study him: "Is she really that ordinary? Your evaluations of women usually don't exceed three words. 'Don't know,' 'No impression,' 'Ugly'... they're all like that. Basically, no woman can leave a mark on you. Now, that she's made you express such a long evaluation, it shows your impression of her is anything but ordinary."
Fengye Wuyin's expression turned a bit unpleasant, a strong sense of irritation rising in his heart.
He didn't want to drag Yiyi into his family's troubles. Maybe from the start, he shouldn't have been so reckless, bringing her home and letting everyone misunderstand.
And after returning, when she proposed to leave, he should have let her go to save himself the trouble.
But against all logic, he kept her, and now even his father was targeting her, which was a big problem for her.
"Does dad also want her to become my bride?"
