"Then it's decided." Shi Weiqing let out a faint, enigmatic chuckle, his tone colder than before, leaving his intentions completely unclear.
Though it was already late autumn, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Chen Shiguang's forehead.
He clenched the fist hanging under the table, his voice trembling in panic: "Master Shi, please don't joke about this..."
Who would dare touch this man's girlfriend?
Let alone an engagement—he wouldn't dare bring the young woman back to the Chen Family even if he'd gone insane. That would be risking everything he had.
"I'm not joking." Seeing the little figure in his arms look up at him with confusion, Shi Weiqing gently pinched her cheek.
He spoke slowly and deliberately: "Doesn't the Yu Family have another daughter?"
Chen Shiguang froze for a moment, his mind racing. Though he had his suspicions, he still cautiously asked, "You mean you want my son to marry Yu Xinman?"
