Zachary Shane silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood, "...thanks."
He thought his taste was not bad too, but it can't be forced, and here they were, trying to set him up on uninformed matchmakings.
"No thanks needed. Just tell me, who is this future sister-in-law of mine? Where is she from, how old is she, is she pretty? Why haven't you brought her here to meet me? Keeping her hidden like this isn't very nice of you."
Zachary Shane, "..."
He had never hidden anything; it was just that she was pretending to be blind.
Just like now, she knew very well who the beauty he mentioned was but still deliberately changed the subject.
And she even had the expression of an old mother relieved that her middle-aged son finally found a wife...
Zachary Shane silently pushed down the old blood that had risen up to his throat and frowned slightly as he pondered for a while, "Which one are you asking about?"
Amelia, "..."
"The one who dined with me, or the one who slept with me?"
