Duan Fei opened her eyes wide. "What?"
The Rong family patriarch said, "I promised her that Moyong would take good care of you in the future. As for your marriage to him, don't rush it—let it take its time. Moyong has done wrong by you in the past, but I still hope you can give Moyong a chance. It's not easy to find someone who truly likes you... I admit I'm being selfish. I'm eighty-two years old this year, and my health is not what it used to be, so I don't want my son to be lonely for the rest of his life. If that happens, I would have no face to meet his mother in the netherworld."
His words were very sincere.
However, Duan Fei still said, "Elder, you really have misunderstood. I made it very clear last time, I don't like Rong Moyong."
"Not even a little bit?" the elder looked at her. "Even just a tiny bit?"
Duan Fei clenched her fingers. "No."
