Bo Qin's smiling face suddenly turned cold, the smile gone, and his whole person looked somewhat frightening. Jian Dan hung her head low, "Uncle Qin, I'm not trying to pry into your affairs. If you don't want to talk about it, then let's not."
The young girl buried her head, her eyelashes trembling, looking pitifully adorable as Bo Qin sighed.
"Jianjian, look up at me."
Jian Dan quickly wiped away her tears and looked up. Her tearful eyes were clear and slightly misty, and the corners of her eyes were a bit red.
"Jianjian, do you think I would get married without telling you?"
Jian Dan shook her head; after all, it was his private matter. She had no right to ask so much, and it wasn't certain that Bo Qin would tell her.
Seeing Jian Dan's expression, what else could Bo Qin fail to understand? He sighed, put down the fork and spoon he was holding, and reached out to ruffle her hair, "You, why are you so honest?"
