Han Luoli's tall figure of six-foot-one suddenly stiffened in place.
His fiancée is Xiaoer, and Xiaoer is his fiancée...
It should have been a happy occasion, yet at this moment he opened his lips but couldn't say a word. This was definitely not the right time to reveal the truth!
The fists under his clothes slowly clenched. Father, I really don't know what kind of mesmerizing potion you've given the old folks that made them dislike Xiaoer so much...
"Old woman, don't say harsh words, give them a chance to explain." Old Mr. Han still maintained his clarity.
"Haven't I already given them a chance? I just returned to Haijing City yesterday, and today I came to see her. Isn't that giving them a chance? Luoli said there was a misunderstanding. I'm waiting for her to explain it to me clearly, isn't that giving them a chance?"
"Grandmother, I'm sorry, I'll explain to you later."
