"No good."
"What do you want then?"
When Fu Chenlie spoke, his tone left no room for refusal, "Call him right now, turn on the speakerphone, and clear things up once and for all. If he can't give you a satisfactory response about his mother's reasoning right away, I'll respond for you."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ran got the hint that this man intended to forcefully intervene.
She immediately felt dissatisfied.
Yet, she didn't dare to be confrontational in front of him and could only meekly whisper her complaint, "Can't you give me some personal space? You make all the decisions, and I have no rights here. How am I supposed to fall for you?"
Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows.
He looked at her quietly muttering with an unhappy expression and his heart inexplicably softened.
Seconds later, Fu Chenlie spoke, "Fine, then sit here and wait for Zhao Xiuyun's reply. Once you're done chatting, show it to me, then you can go back to your driver's rest area."