Wang Ruo'an turned off the TV. Shang Kaiwen saw the report and was flipping through photos of Zhuo Lin in the hospital. In the photos, Zhuo Lin's legs were both in casts, making her look much more haggard and fragile, her face pale, brows tightly knit. At last, she felt a sense of relief.
"Kaiwen, I've done what I promised you! Now, what about what you promised me...?"
He was mainly afraid that Shang Kaiwen would back out.
Shang Kaiwen smiled faintly and squeezed Wang Ruo'an's hand, "What I promised you, I will fulfill. Let's go, let's get married."
She had already made up her mind. Shang Feng had talked with her last night, and the father and daughter had long since discussed it. Wang Ruo'an was now the only straw they could grasp tightly.
At this point, Shang Kaiwen didn't care if she liked it or not, nor could she afford to consider anything else.
