"The marriage agreement your grandfather arranged for you!"
After saying this, Yan Long burst into laughter, got into his car, and quickly drove away.
Seeing Yan Long leave, the other onlookers naturally dispersed as well.
Soon, the once-crowded area became almost empty.
Standing motionless, Vermilion Bird was completely stunned, her mind overwhelmed by Yan Long's words.
Her grandfather had arranged a marriage for her—thinking about her grandfather, Vermilion Bird found herself at a loss for words.
Tang Zhong, standing nearby, overheard the conversation and saw Vermilion Bird's frozen demeanor. He instantly understood that she was troubled by the marriage agreement, and decided to console her.
"Don't pay attention to them. Your life is yours to control; no one else can dictate it. Besides, you can marry whoever you want, and nobody can stop you!"
"It's useless!" Vermilion Bird muttered.
"How could it be useless?" Tang Zhong responded.