"Turns out, from start to finish, you never even asked Qiaoqiao about her wishes before you just called off the engagement, did you?" Fu Qiang's voice suddenly rose from behind the two.
Qi Ming jumped, turning to look, and saw his mom standing with plastic gloves on, one hand still holding a spatula.
"Mom, are you preparing to give my little uncle a beating?" Qi Ming asked with some excitement.
"This spatula still needs to be used for cooking. Using it to hit him would be a complete waste," Fu Qiang expressed her disdain for her brother without any mercy. Seeing that he didn't speak, she elbowed him: "Speak up, was this all done on your own initiative?"
Fu Jinghen uttered a sound of affirmation.
The stone that had been weighing on his heart for an entire week finally hit the ground, and Fu Jinghen didn't know how to describe his current emotions.
There was pleasure, there was annoyance.
