The drunk Qin Su naturally did not realize who was talking to her, but she did hear Zhou Zimo.
"Zhou Zimo..." She whispered.
"Yes, Zhou Zimo, what do you think of him? Is he qualified to be your husband? Do you like him a little? Is the qualified husband in your heart like him?" Zhou Zimo carefully and seductively asked.
Qin Su's head was dizzy and she could not digest too much information in a short period of time. She could only capture the first question—
How was Zhou Zimo?
"Zhou Zimo... he's pretty good..."
Qin Su's eyes were hazy. She thought for a long time before saying this.
"Pretty good? Other than these? Other than these, is there anything else? How is he good? Do you like him a little?"
Zhou Zimo saw that Qin Su had fallen asleep again, so of course, he shook her a little unyieldingly. He wanted her to explain things clearly. He was eager to know what kind of existence he had in her heart.
