Duan Fei's spirits were utterly shaken. She sat there, clutching the paint bottle so tightly in her hand, unconsciously squeezing it until the body of the bottle became deformed.
The Rong patriarch finally regained his senses, "You are being completely reckless!"
Bo Mingxian glanced at Duan Fei and advised her in a low voice, "Moyong, don't be impulsive. Marriage is a major event in life… By the way, does Feng Yuan know about this?"
She hoped to invoke someone's conscience by mentioning Feng Yuan.
After all, no mother would want her daughter to be with a man over a decade her senior, would she?
Especially when that man was once her friend.
And what kind of pure friendship exists between a man and a woman?
Feng Yuan wasn't a local from the Imperial City; she hailed from Suxian City and came from a modest background. To have made the acquaintance of Rong Moyong back then, there must have been some subtle relationship…
