Hearing Yuan Shuangrui's words, a glimmer flashed across Han Mubai's eyes. His lips curved slightly as he poured a glass of wine for her gracefully.
He slowly said, "Shuangrui, both of our families need to agree on a suitable date and settle the marriage matters. If I give you an answer now, it only represents my opinion. It doesn't represent my family's opinion. You should know that."
Hearing Han Mubai's words, the demure smile on Yuan Shuangrui's face faded a little. She had always presented herself as a demure and graceful lady, such that no one could find fault with her.
However, her heart was screaming right now and palpitating uneasily. She felt that Han Mubai's attitude was very ambiguous.
