"Normal? Shen Weiyang, do you know what is normal?"
Leng Huaijin looked at her "unyielding" look and the anger in his heart rose. His handsome face was cold without any extra expression.
Shen Weiyang only felt that this man was crazy and inexplicable.
"Mr. Leng, does it have anything to do with you whether I marry or not? What are you so excited about?"
She was not a pushover. Now that she was annoyed, she raised her head unhappily and looked at this man.
A man whom she had just met today, what right did he have to criticize her marriage?
"If Mr. Leng doesn't have anything else to do, I will leave first."
She looked at him coldly, then reached out to grab his arm, wanting to pull his arm away from her, no longer bound by his shackles.
However, the man's arm seemed to be tightly connected to the washstand. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to move his hand away from the washstand.