"Han Bin, since when did you become so petty? Besides, is this really my fault? When you were in Africa, I couldn't reach you at all. I tried calling but couldn't get through, so I had to text you. And even after you came back, you didn't tell me. How was I supposed to know whether you were still in some remote corner of Africa!" Mi Jing retorted angrily.
"Fine, it was petty of me, it's not your fault, it's mine! But how could you get married so rashly? Didn't we agree that you need my approval before marrying anyone?"
Did they really have such an agreement?
