"You..."
Zhuo Jian's entire body broke out in goosebumps.
"The whole world will know that you, Zhuo Jian, are my child bride!"
He stood up, pinching her chin and lifting her face, looking down at her from his lofty position, declaring.
Zhuo Jian felt his determination to hold a wedding, felt her own heart, hot and racing as if it were about to leap out and rush into his chest.
And then perish together in a blaze of glory.
If the night of Grandpa's birthday banquet was merely spread amongst close friends and family, spreading from one to ten and ten to a hundred, then this time...
In front of dozens of media outlets, dozens of cameras raised aloft, he was indeed, proclaiming to the world.
In her ears were the sounds of cameras snapping photos, those sounds making her begin to feel dizzy and unable to see anything clearly.
Fu Yanye pulled her to sit in the seats that had been prepared in the front, and then began an interview that lasted an hour.
