Yun Ya, furious, threw her shoe, wishing she could slap herself twice.
Why didn't she sort things out properly back then and agreed to this marriage with Aunt Zhuang? Now, she really couldn't voice her grievances.
Yun Ya squinted her eyes, then suddenly looked up at Yan Ke, who was hunching his shoulders, "You... what do you want?"
"I heard that the young lady of the Meng family likes you?"
Yan Ke snorted, "Plenty of women in the Capital City fancy this young master."
Seeing the sneer at the corner of Yun Ya's mouth, Yan Ke shivered inexplicably, "What... what are you thinking of doing?" Why did he have a bad feeling?
"Tell me, if you have someone you like, would Aunt Zhuang still randomly match the Marriage Matches?" She herself couldn't take this step, otherwise, wobbling between her two sons, no mother could remain impartial.
Yan Ke jumped up suddenly, "Are you insidious or what, scheming against me? I have no interest in that woman, Meng Junci."
