A string of questions came down, and Xie Wanqing blinked guiltily.
She wasn't good at lying to her parents, and after hearing the questions, she paused slightly and said dryly, "We happened to meet at the manor, so we discussed it a bit."
Speaking of marriage matters as if they were insignificant.
This time, not only was the old father Xie Shu dissatisfied, but even Pei Yuqing was a little unhappy.
Mrs. Zheng raised her round fan and tapped her daughter's forehead, "Speak properly."
She didn't pursue whether her daughter had privately pledged herself to the young man and was now discussing marriage, but directly asked, "Heir Pei intends to marry you as his wife. What do you think?"
The large hall inadvertently quieted down.
The atmosphere was inexplicably tense, especially for Pei Yuqing.
Even though the two had discussed it last night, he still felt uncertain, as if his heart was tightly squeezed, unable to breathe.
