The car finally came to a halt.
"Where are we?" Zixuan asked, scanning the surroundings.
"If you aren't blind, you can see clearly," Haoran replied with sarcasm.
Zixuan's eyes widened in realization. "What are we doing at the district office?"
"To get married."
"You must be joking, right?" Zixuan asked, letting out a chuckle.
"I'm not," Haoran coldly cut off any self-deception.
Zixuan studied his face, trying to gauge his seriousness. He was serious. "I thought we were about to get married already, so what's the rush?" If they got married now, how would he still have time to escape?
"I know what you're thinking. Cut off those silly thoughts of running away. You're technically penniless—how will you fund your escape with no money?" Haoran said bluntly.
True. Very true.
It was exactly as he said. The promise he made with his father was that he'd get everything back in exchange for marrying Haoran. Otherwise, why would he bother putting up with his orders?
