He spoke word by word.
"..."
Ming Zhiyuan was first stunned, and then, he exploded like thunder, "What——"
"You, tell, me, you, two, are, already, married?!!!!"
The old father was furious, his gaze intensely fixed on Gong Yeyan.
As a doting father, it was impossible for Ming Zhiyuan to blame Ming Ge; instead, he was convinced that—
It was all this chief culprit in front of him who deceived his precious daughter!!!
The latter met his gaze unflinchingly and nodded, "Yes."
Dressed in a white graffiti T-shirt and light blue jeans, he looked merely like a college student, a breathtakingly beautiful young man, sitting on a vintage cushion by the window, his whole being blending into the brilliant light of the afternoon sun.
From the forehead beneath his messy ink-black hair, to his tall and straight nose, to his thin, red lips, every contour was sharply and quietly beautiful.
Underneath that messy ink-black hair, his obsidian-like eyes firmly met his gaze.
