Qin Gang looked at her awkwardly. "You like Qin Muchuan, don't you? Why doesn't he just marry you?"
Zhou Ziqing squinted her eyes, glaring at him with deep resentment. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're mocking me!"
Qin Gang hurriedly clarified. "Why would I do that? How could I ever mock you? If anything, I care about you too much!"
Zhou Ziqing swallowed her anger, her urge to berate him, her instincts for three classic responses to distress: cry, shout, try to kill herself. Instead, she stated her intention. "Waiting for Qin Muchuan to marry me into the Qin family could take a lifetime. I want to go there now. At least someone in the Qin family can help me take care of Duoduo. Otherwise, if I go off to work every day, I'm not sure I'd be able to find a suitable nanny to look after her!"
Qin Gang remained silent awkwardly.
Zhou Ziqing shook him. "Well, say something!"
"What do you want me to say?" said Qin Gang, his face a mask of helplessness.
