Han Zheng was raised in the Qi family since she was a child. It was said by outsiders that she was the young lady whom the Qi family had already determined to marry. She would eventually marry Qi Jiahong and become the young lady of the Qi family. Even Han Zheng thought so.
But she ignored the way the second master of the Qi family looked at her.
Later at the engagement party, Han Zheng sat uneasily in the dressing room alone, wearing her favorite light flower wedding dress.
Qi Qinrong stepped forward, hugged her Yingying, knelt down on one knee, and said softly: "How about I take you with me? I will buy you all the little skirts you like. Come with me."
Han Zheng shook her head and took out her hand, "I promised Mother Qi."
Qi Qinrong put away his smile, stood up, and said no more.
Only Han Zheng knew that over and over again, Qi Qinrong held her hand tightly and intertwined their fingers, saying, "How dare you, how dare you agree to the engagement."
Distilled water
One hundred degrees will run
Ninety-eight degrees is just right
