Zhong Lingling almost changed her face while discussing this matter with Xiang Yimo, and they nearly argued.
Since their marriage, they have always been loving and harmonious, never having raised their voices at each other. But when harsh words were spoken, Zhong Lingling's heart ached deeply. Yet, this time, she wouldn't back down.
Xiang Yimo let out a long sigh.
He wrapped Zhong Lingling's waist in his arms and kissed the nape of her neck. "I really don't want to argue with you. I truly dislike this feeling!"
"Alright then, I'll talk to Dad tomorrow. At the very least, we should give the old folks a proper explanation, don't you think?"
"No way, we have to leave tomorrow. With Xiang Aoran here, it's like there's a ticking time bomb in the house, making me very uneasy!" Zhong Lingling hugged Xiang Yimo's waist in return. "Yimo, after all that has happened, do you still trust Xiang Aoran?"
