In the tranquil study, there was an air of serene silence.
Bo Jinyu sat calmly in his chair, hands crossed, supporting his chin, with a composed expression. Without a word from Old Master Bo, he also remained silent.
Ultimately, it was Old Master Bo's sigh that broke the calm.
"Have you really decided on this woman?"
"Dad, Anran is a good girl. I hope you won't hold any prejudices against her."
Old Master Bo looked at his son and sighed deeply in his heart. In this regard, this child was too much like his wife—stubborn, never caring about others' opinions once he had made up his mind! That was why he could never bring himself to blame him.
"Do you know why she wants to marry you?"
"I do, but I'm actually quite happy about it."
