Dudu thought, it's better to delay as much as possible. She nodded in agreement.
Dinners with parents always seemed torturous. After chatting about family matters for a long time, Dudu finally used the excuse of having to work tomorrow to leave with Qiao Luchen.
As soon as the car drove off, Dudu blamed him: "Why didn't you say anything just now? You left me to handle it all by myself."
Qiao Luchen gave her a cold glance without answering. Dudu looked at him and asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a bad day outside again?"
"Do you plan to keep going like this?"
"What do you mean?"
Qiao Luchen's face and tone were serious, not joking: "How long do you think you can keep this up?"
Dudu lowered her gaze, her tone softened: "As long as I can manage."
"Why can't you choose to accept this marriage? Do you always think I married you just to be your nominal husband?"
