Upon hearing Zhao Feng's words, a strange expression crossed Wang Jian's face. After all, Zhao Feng's sudden remark seemed entirely out of place at this moment.
"If you have something to say, just say it," Wang Jian said with a slight smile.
Zhao Feng raised his head, his gaze frank and open as he spoke loudly, "Shangjiangjun, your daughter Wang Yan and I are in love. I ask you to grant us your blessing."
At his words, the smile on Wang Jian's face vanished instantly, his expression turning livid.
"What did you say?" Wang Jian's voice became low and deep as he stared at Zhao Feng.
"Your daughter Wang Yan and I are in love. I ask for your blessing, Shangjiangjun," Zhao Feng repeated.
Wang Jian stared at him intently for a long moment. Zhao Feng's gaze remained unwavering, showing no trace of fear. As a man, this is something I must face.
After a good while, Wang Jian finally spoke. "How long have you known Yan'er? How can you already be in love?"
