This time, however, Bai Qingyue was mistaken. There was indeed someone waiting at home to settle accounts with her, but it wasn't Bai Yifen and Yifang. It was Bai Lihua.
Bai Lihua glared at Bai Qingyue, his brows knitted in fury and his tone simmering with anger. "Why is Jiang Limei running around telling everyone we're about to get married? Did you promise her that? Who gave you permission to do that? Bai Qingyue, don't take this too far. You want to arrange my marriage? You're not worthy of that right!"
"I may not be worthy, but Father is still here. I'm acting on his orders. If you have a problem, take it up with him." Bai Qingyue calmly adjusted the desk fan, sat down on the sofa, and shouted for Shun Ma to brew a cup of herbal tea.
