Cheng Cunzheng also calmed down somewhat, his voice suddenly became very suppressed, "Zhou Jingwei, don't you bully my Ningning. I may be old and senile, but I won't allow anyone to bully my daughter."
Zhou Jingwei's hand, holding the wine glass, paused slightly, his expression became serious, and he slowly put down the wine glass, equally earnest with every word, "Rest assured, I will take good care of her and value her more than anything else."
"If you truly think that way, I can rest easy."
Cheng Cunzheng gulped down the wine in his glass, his gaze becoming distant, "Weiyue was frail as a child, her mother and I worried every day she might not make it, hardly getting any good sleep."
Zhao Ruolan gave Cheng Cunzheng an annoyed look and patted his back, saying, "Why are you talking about this to the child! Jingwei, don't listen to his nonsense, don't feel pressured."
