It was difficult to breathe, but the face was calm and relaxed, "I made a marriage contract with Mr. Zong when I was two years old. Did I know money and the benefits of being a rich wife when I was two? Just let the two mothers make you for me?"
She paused as if she was calming down, "When I was two years old, Mr. Zong was ten years old, eight years older than me, do I despise you for being old?"
Oh, Phillip sneered, this woman is more than capable of saying, she is clearly witty!
The mouth is amazing!
Is he old?
There was a smell of gunpowder in the air.
His eyes met, sparks flew everywhere, and no one would give in.
Ana's hand hanging by her side was clenched tightly into a fist. The purpose of her marrying into the clan was only for Randall's promise to return her mother's dowry.
Not to be an enemy of this man, she softened her tone and lowered her posture, "Mr. Zong, I know you don't want to marry me, but it's not a bad idea–"
