Qin Kemiao looked at him with a deeper gaze: "Mr. Feng, is this the method you use to reject other women?"
Feng Yongzhuo thought: Haven't I always been the one getting dumped? Even my parents don't dare to directly tell me otherwise.
"Mr. Feng, marriage is just like that. We're not young anymore. If you think I'm suitable, let's just muddle through together. I believe I can be a good wife. Besides, I don't see you rejecting the idea," Qin Kemiao said.
Women these days speak so directly, leaving him almost no room to retreat, giving him a feeling of being forced onto Liang Mountain. Of course, what she said isn't wrong in this day and age.
There are plenty of couples who just make do.
"Mr. Feng, there's no rush to respond to me. If you think it's okay, give me a call at that time." Qin Kemiao's words took on a deeper meaning, "Actually, in my opinion, Mr. Feng's way of rejecting people isn't very clever, it's even a bit laughable."
