At this moment, Zhuo Junyue emerged, his long legs sweeping through the room with a golden ratio.
Approaching the bedside, he tousled the child's hair gently, "When you're better, daddy will marry mommy, alright?"
"Yes! I will get better quickly so I can be the flower girl when daddy brings mommy home!"
Su Ningyan heard Zhuo Junyue's words and couldn't help but look at him suspiciously.
This man, what did his words mean? Was this a proposal? Was he not marrying Miss Xu anymore?
Zhuo Junyue noticed her expression. Displeased, he arched an eyebrow, "What, you have an objection?"
Frightened by his gaze, Su Ningyan subconsciously shakes her head.
Only then did she realize that she had self-consciously agreed to something.
But could they really be together? Could she really marry Zhuo Junyue?
Ten days later, An An was stable enough to be discharged from the hospital to recover at home.
