Song Qiao looked up at him, her gaze inexplicably dazed. As she looked at his handsome face, she felt an overwhelming sense of estrangement. It took her a long while to respond, and she said with a cool smile, "What? You want to marry me? Didn't you hear what that person said earlier? My parents killed your foster parents..."
Before Song Qiao could finish her sentence, she suddenly froze, staring dumbfounded at the man's actions.
Lu Jingchen disregarded her words, seemingly not paying attention to anyone else's either, and slipped the ring he had been holding onto Song Qiao's ring finger. Then he extended his own hand with a slight frown as a reminder, "Help me put it on."
Murong Rui's face changed drastically upon witnessing this, and she called out sharply, "Brother Jingchen, how could you..."
