"Alright, vows are the most unreliable things. As long as your heart is true, I have no objections."
Mrs. Zhang glanced at her own elderly husband. Despite having some doubts in her heart, she still said softly, "I'll go with what your father says."
Faced with the unexpected betrayal by her parents, Zhang Weihong was dumbfounded, "Wait, I haven't agreed yet."
"Enough," Zhang Chongxin waved his hand, "I raised you. As your father, don't you think I know what you're thinking?"
Zhang Weihong rolled her eyes, pouting silently.
"Stop kneeling already. Since we've reached this point in the conversation, stand up, and let's discuss what this is all about."
With that, Zhang Chongxin paused for a moment, "Wen Ran, we're really sorry for interrupting like this today. It's a bit presumptuous of us."
Wen Ran, munching on melon seeds, was thoroughly enjoying the drama. Where would she feel interrupted?!
