Zhou Siheng drove over, and after getting off the ring road highway, he saw an elderly craftsman selling sugar paintings by the arch bridge.
His thoughts stirred, and he slowly brought the car to a halt.
"Sir, can you make a sugar painting in the shape of a rabbit?"
"Of course, of course, it'll just take two minutes. Are you in a hurry, young man?" the old craftsman asked warmly.
Zhou Siheng smiled and replied with a gentle voice, "I'm not in a rush."
It took some time to get the sugar painting, and he arrived almost at the same time as Zhou Jingwei did.
"Brother, what did you want to see me about so early in the morning?" Zhou Siheng asked.
Zhou Jingwei sat down opposite Zhou Siheng, his demeanor relaxed, "Last night, I told Weiyue that I wanted to marry her as soon as possible to make Dad happy, and Weiyue agreed."
"Dad? Which dad?"
"Weiyue's father, who is also my father."
