Han Jingnian didn't speak anymore, but the slight frown on his face let Zhang Te know that he was also pondering the same question.
The car was quiet for a long time until Zhang Te thought of something more important: "Mr. Han, is the lady's health really poor now? If Dr. Xie's medicine doesn't work and the lady can't conceive, will you consider..."
Before Zhang Te could finish his sentence, Han Jingnian's gaze swept over him sharply: "Zhang Cheng!"
Zhang Te was stunned into silence. After about half a minute, Zhang Te gathered his courage and spoke again: "Mr. Han, do you remember why you agreed to this marriage in the first place?"
As Zhang Te's words fell, a document suddenly flashed across Han Jingnian's mind, diffusing his imposing demeanor.
He stared unspoken at the fast-retreating night view outside the window for a while before finally saying: "I remember, but... I won't consider it."
