As for the arranged marriage, it won't be decided right away anyway, so she'll still have a chance to let Jiao Yang go in the future.
"Tomorrow night at nine?" The Duke of Kent was furious and frowned, "Are you planning to have him leave during the banquet?!"
The banquet starts at seven. If Jiao Yang wants to catch the plane, he'll have to leave at eight. That's exactly when all the guests are arriving. If Jiao Yang doesn't show up then, where does that leave the Duke of Kent's face?!
"Exactly!" Jiao Yalin frowned, "Because I don't want him to end up like me, stepping into a painful marriage, enduring betrayal and lies, yet still trying hard to smile."
With a cold snort, she turned around and slammed the door as she left.
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Italy, Rome City.
Leng Zirui drove his car, leaving the hotel he rented, but did not immediately head to Leng Zimo's place. Instead, he drove around the city.
