Ji Mianmian's voice was clear, loud, and polite, neither haughty nor humble.
After he finished speaking, he looked up at Murong Zhihong. His eyes were bright and open, without any avoidance or timidity.
Murong Zhihong looked at Ji Mianmian. His expression ... Was indescribably complicated.
Having lived to his age, he had seen countless people. Now, when he saw strangers, he only needed a rough glance to get a general idea.
To be honest, the girl in front of him was not bad. At least, she was a very open and simple girl with a Bright Heart. She did not have any dark thoughts. His son's judgment was indeed good.
If it was in the past when he was still in good health, he would be very happy if his son found such a girl. He would sincerely hope that his son could be happy.
But now, he might not even be able to see the sun tomorrow. He had to think for his son's future.