"Grandmother, what fiancee?" Xiao Zhiren's voice didn't even sound like his when he shouted that question. "What promise? I don't have a fiancee!"
Old Madam Ji took the cup of her freshly brewed jasmine tea from the maid and took a sip with a content smile on her face. Her actions were languid and free as if there wasn't any grandson standing at her head urging her to spill the beans. But how could she spill the beans without punishing him a bit for lying?
"Grandmother, stop stalling for time!" Xiao Zhiren yelled again in exasperation. "You're lying to me, right? You're just trying to scare me, right? You said you'd never choose an arranged marriage for your grandchildren."
"My dearest grandson, grandmother is still holding on to her words. I will never force any of my grandchildren to get into an arranged marriage." Old Madam Ji spoke righteously.
"Then what's the meaning of your words?"
