Who was she going to marry?
At that moment, a man's figure suddenly appeared in Zhou Furong's mind.
Zhong Guangping. She had fancied him for so many years. Of course she must marry him.
"You know him. Zhong Guangping!"
Sun Huihui's eyes immediately widened. "Zhong Guangping? Uncle Zhong?"
Zhou Furong nodded. "That's right. Him."
"But isn't he already married? Besides, he's still…"
"So what if he's married? She's just a hen that can't lay eggs, and she has even lost their only daughter. Tell me, what's the use of keeping a woman like that?"
Sun Huihui said, "That's true. Mother, where is Uncle Zhong's house? We only know that he lives in the capital, but we don't know what the Zhong family is like. What if they aren't very capable?"
