The atmosphere in the living room fell into a brief stagnation; no one had expected Yin Manqing to refuse.
After all, this was something she had dreamed of in the past.
Jiang Zhenghong looked at her in disbelief; even Old Sir had given in, why was she being stubborn?
Old Sir Jiang looked at Yin Manqing and saw her resolute face, asking, "You don't want to?"
Without thinking, Yin Manqing replied, "I don't!"
Jiang Zhenghong finally couldn't hold it any longer and shouted, "Manqing!"
Yin Manqing turned her head to glance at him, her eyes devoid of any warmth, and said indifferently: "Mr. Jiang, thank you for your care over the years, but I feel I'm not suited for the position of Mrs. Jiang. You should find someone more suitable."
Jiang Zhenghong looked at her indifferent brows and eyes, his enthusiastic heart instantly chilled.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
At this moment, a hesitant female voice sounded at the door, "Am I... am I coming at a bad time?"
