"No, Mother, don't let your imagination run wild. I just don't have any expectations for marriage. I'm used to being free."
Before Liang Jing could finish her sentence, Zhou Zimo had already cut her off.
"Then you have no reason..."
"Do you think that every person who doesn't get married is thinking of someone else?"
Zhou Zimo retorted with a question that was rarely seen on his gentle face, his eyes were as silent as the stars in the silent night—
"I'm not, so don't project your speculations on me. I'll take your considerations to heart. I'll find a wife that everyone is satisfied with as soon as possible."
After a long silence, Zhou Zimo replied in a low voice.
This time, his tone was not as perfunctory as before. Instead, it sounded a little serious.
