Two days quickly passed, and Li Qianze's marriage is to be settled today.
Jingrong looked at Li Qianze who came to pick her up, dressed in a dark suit and wearing thin-framed glasses, exuding an elegant scholarly charm. His handsome features bore a touch of depth, but his thin lips curled into a confident smile, not losing the usual demeanor of playfulness and pride.
This appearance of Li Qianze indeed surprised Jingrong a bit.
She smiled lightly and said aloud, "Wow, dressed so handsomely, seems like you're not resistant to marriage?"
Li Qianze's already smiling lips suddenly stretched into a mischievous grin. He lifted his left leg, sitting with one leg over the other nonchalantly and said with a roguish tone, "Why would I resist? Marriage is a good thing, something that brings happiness, isn't it?"
Jingrong was slightly taken aback. Wasn't he quite interested in Mo Liusha? And now he's actually marrying Mo Liusha's sister, is that appropriate?
