He nudged Gu Fan'an with his elbow and asked, "Why is Hanchen always so distracted lately?"
"Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall," Gu Fan'an said earnestly, "Li Zhao, listen to me, just be a happy and contented rich second-generation, alright?"
Li Zhao laughed and cursed, "Gu Fan'an, your mouth is way too sharp, which girl would dare to marry you!"
"You needn't worry about that," Gu Fan'an smiled indifferently, very lightly, "Being alone is pretty good, what do I need a girl for?"
Tinglan Alley.
Lately, Cheng Cunzheng's memory had been getting worse and worse, Zhao Ruolan said he was becoming senile, less and less useful as he aged, and he agreed deeply.
He went to the entrance of the Alley to buy vegetables, and on his way back, he heard an urgent voice behind him.
"Teacher, please wait a moment."
Cheng Cunzheng felt that the voice sounded quite familiar; turning around, he saw a handsome and distinguished-looking man.
