"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Before Secretary Song could speak, An Jia answered on his behalf.
Facing this protective partner, Jing Si chuckled, "Tsk, you're already defending him, and you're not even married yet?"
"..." An Jia glared at him, and his momentum immediately weakened, walking away. After a while, Jing Si turned back, like throwing cold water, and said to An Jia, "But, are things okay with your dad? You do have a fiancé."
Although...
She and her fiancé have never met, but her parents take it very seriously, especially An Jia's foster father, who values her marriage greatly.
Hearing this disappointing remark, An Jia wished she could just stuff a smelly sock in his mouth.
Secretary Song standing beside her chuckled.
An Jia lifted her head, somewhat nervously looking at him, "You're not taking this seriously, are you?"
What fiancé, she really couldn't care less!
As someone who sees love as very important, she never considered any other possibilities.
