Perhaps I should tell the truth?No. Absolutely not.
That old silver wolf was far too shrewd—more cunning than any fox. If he found out, he would definitely scheme every possible way to clear his son's path and push him into position.
Say the engagement was broken off? Even worse.
What if it reached Nina's ears?
Then what?
Ming's thoughts raced. In the next instant, he forced a vague, careless tone.
"You know what my useless son is like. What else could it be? It's… just like that."
Aron narrowed his eyes. "So, you broke off the engagement, too?"
"Oh—right! I forgot to grab that little coral toy she likes," Ming suddenly exclaimed, slapping his forehead as if just remembering. "Old man, I've got to go find it. We'll talk later."
Before Aron could press further, Ming turned and slipped quickly back inside, neatly dodging the question.
Aron watched his retreating figure, suspicion stirring.
Something's off…
That old white cat was acting strange.
