Anran looked closely at the angry Duan Xingzhou, thinking that this time maybe a little acting cute would work, but unexpectedly he lost his temper so much.
"You, what are you doing? Why are you yelling so loudly?"
Duan Xingzhou's face was still unpleasant, but his tone softened, "I'm not doing anything, I just want to tell you, I disagree, I disagree, do you understand?"
"I know, I know, can we discuss this later? Don't argue, I have a headache."
Duan Xingzhou snorted coldly, "You have a headache, I have an even bigger headache. Could you stand in my shoes and think for me, okay? If you were really looking forward to the wedding, and I said I was busy with work, let's postpone it, would you be happy?"
Of course, I wouldn't be happy, do you even need to ask?
Anran knew she was in the wrong, so she soothed him, "I understand how you feel, I was just talking, consulting with you, I didn't say I definitely wouldn't go, why are you so excited?"
