I thought that after I had analyzed the pros and cons, he would become happy.
However, Teng Ke was still serious. He didn't seem to relax.
At this moment, his phone was still ringing. I turned my head to look at him and said awkwardly, "Aren't you going to answer it?I feel like your mother hates me now."
Finally, Teng Ke picked up his phone. He tapped on the screen and raised it to his ear. After a short while, Teng Ke responded coldly, "If you don't accept her, then you don't accept me. Alright, if you calm down, I'll go to ceremony."
Hanging up the phone, Teng Ke leaned back in his seat. He sighed and scratched his forehead and said, "If I have to make my mother hate you to achieve the goal of not getting married, then I would rather give up."
For a second, I braked to a stop the car at the curb.
I looked at Teng Ke in disbelief, dumbfounded, "What are you talking about? You want give up? Wasn't all our previous effort wasted? "