Qiao An glanced at Xiao Yue resentfully and argued with a red face, "Lu Mo, you misunderstood me."
"Misunderstood you?" Old Madam Huo was already standing behind Lu Mo. She glared at Qiao An unhappily.
"Qiao An, you clearly promised me to leave my Xiaoran. Why did you go back on your word? You're dressed up so formally today. You clearly want to win Xiaoran back. Do you dare to say no?" The old lady said sharply.
Qiao An was ashamed.
Huo Xiaoran crossed his arms and looked at Qiao An calmly, but his eyes flickered with surprise.
Had she really come to win him back?
After a long while, Qiao An stammered, "Madam Huo, you've misunderstood me. I'm not here to ruin their relationship today. I'm here to give them my blessings."
Huo Xiaoran's expression instantly darkened.
"I don't need your blessing," he said gloomily.
