There was a faint smile on Mrs. Zhuang's charming face, and she looked at her daughter with an increasingly amused gaze.
"I've never seen this happen before, who else could have sent you home? How was your day?" Madam Zhuang lowered her voice and asked.
Only then did Zhuang Shurong walk over and sit down on the short sofa at the side. "Nothing much. I was busy for a long time back at the courthouse, and then we just ate together."
"Mother, I know that you and Father are very concerned about my marriage, but I really don't have the heart for it. I..."
"Silly! How can you think like that? If you don't be intentional with marriage, then when Mother and Father get old, who will support you and watch over you? Your father and I have you as our only daughter. If you don't live well, your father and I won't be at ease either. I've taught you since you were young, you can't be so selfish, don't you remember?"
Madam Zhuang reprimanded her in a low voice.
