Ying Zenan looked at her, hesitating to speak, while Ying Jing confidently patted the bed. "I know what you want to ask, and I also understand that you might not be able to comprehend or approve of my relationship with Wen Fucheng right now. So, we decided to get married first and let you gradually adjust."
Ying Zenan stared at her in shock.
What did she just say?
"Are you crazy? Did mom and dad agree?"
"Yes, they did. Mom and dad both really like him."
How could he almost forget? Ying Haiyun is Wen Fucheng's die-hard fan; it would be strange if she didn't like him.
"Don't you think you're being too rash? Just two years ago, you were desperately pursuing Lu Zishu, and now, after just a few months, you want to marry Wen Fucheng? How do you expect your brother to believe what's going on in your head? Marriage is not a joke."
"Brother."
