"I am still young, and I still have room to grow, so I will work twice as hard to improve myself and become a woman worthy of your son," Jian Liangtong said, lifting her chin slightly.
"Kids these days always talk a good game," Fang Jingting squinted.
Jian Liangtong slightly gathered her breath, her almond eyes calmly gazing at Fang Jingting, "If I can't become a better person, I won't need anyone to tell me—I will leave him myself."
"Don't even think about it!"
Huo Shaojun squeezed Jian Liangtong's hand tightly, his cold eyes staring at her.
Feeling somewhat aggrieved, Jian Liangtong glanced at him, pressing her lips together without speaking.
Huo Shaojun's long eyebrows furrowed deeply as he looked at Fang Jingting and Huo Xingli, "Tongtong is still young, but I am almost twenty-eight. I do not believe I lack the right to choose who my wife is.
Bringing her here today was not to seek your approval—acceptance would be best, but if not, it won't affect my decision."
