"That's difficult to say."
With a meaningful and teasing look, Li Yuntang squints his eyes as he observes her drunken state and coaxes her, "Old Master Xu has met all sorts of people, so who can guarantee he wouldn't notice your virtues? Rather than refusing and causing offense, why don't you proactively tell him that you're already spoken for?"
"Already spoken for?"
Xiaye's head is spinning terribly, and she mutters in her confused, slurred speech: "Shouldn't Xu Bing tell him that I haven't managed to divorce Li Beicheng yet?"
Also, because she still carries the name of a married woman, she feels that there's little chance Grandpa Xu has made a mistake. As long as she keeps her tail between her legs and behaves, she could probably rest easy.
For the first time in her life, she feels that her marriage to Li Beicheng has some practical use.
