Zhuo Junyi, being the favorite in the Zhuo Family, always acted like a little tyrant.
"Bro, now that your eyes are healed, are you going to marry a sister-in-law for me? You can't deny it, you've got Miss Su in bed to the point where she can't get up. I've already said so."
Zhuo Zhengxiu looked at his son's face, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
This little fellow's mouth is truly unrestrained.
"Junyi's right. You're not getting any younger. If you truly want to marry Miss Su, I wouldn't object. I've been hoping for a grandchild for a long time. Try harder and maybe I can hold my grandchild next year."
Despite Zhuo Junyue's darkened face, he didn't refute them.
He took long strides and entered the examination room.
Lin Liuliu was surprised, and after Zhuo Junyue had entered the examination room, she said in a soft voice: "Honey, it's rare that Junyue doesn't get angry. If it had been before, he would've lost his temper immediately."
