Zhi Wan froze.
She turned her head and saw Lu Zhan and Duan Ling standing behind her.
The two had clearly just arrived.
Zhi Wan peeked at Lu Zhan through her veiled hat.
The man's expression was cold and indifferent, betraying no emotion.
Still, Zhi Wan felt a bit awkward.
But then there was Duan Ling, who, as if eager to stir up trouble, called out to Ouyang Lei, "Leizi, congratulations!"
Mortified, Zhi Wan was just about to explain when Ouyang Lei walked over, looking troubled. He cleared his throat and said tactfully, "Um... Cousin, I don't really want to marry into your family."
Zhi Wan stared at him, stunned. "I didn't..."
"Don't be so quick to refuse, Leizi. You're not getting any younger. Little Cousin is willing to have you marry into her family; you should cherish this opportunity." Duan Ling cut in before Zhi Wan could finish, his tone full of teasing.
Hearing this, Ouyang Lei couldn't help but glance at Zhi Wan, the troubled look on his face deepening.
