Wang Dali, it was actually Wang Dali. Upon meeting him again, Wang Dali was still the same as before, disgustingly sleazy. With his short stature, hunched back, and a face that seemed as if it had been smashed into and left pitted and uneven in his early years, he was truly revolting. Especially now, his eyes were glued to her, filled with an eagerness to rip her clothes off, making Qin Xiangnuan feel nauseous.
Wang Dali rubbed his hands together.
"You're Xiang Nuan, right? I'm Wang Dali. You are my future wife. My mom said we'll get married soon, and then we'll be family."
Wang Dali was already in his mid-twenties. Setting aside his looks, even his family's situation wasn't something any household would desire. His whole family was lazy and unreasonable, and unprincipled. They didn't have a penny to their name. Their house was old, with peeling walls and a leaky roof. Which woman would want to marry him? She must be out of her mind.
