Unlike the side profile seen during the New Year, at this moment, Zou Yaru was dressed in a white short-sleeved top with lotus-leaf edges and a houndstooth skirt, her black hair smoothly cascaded down her back, and her pure, flawless face seemed to be without a single care in the world.
Pei Yining's gaze paused for a moment as she looked at Zou Yaru with a beaming smile and asked, "Cheng Hao, is this my future sister-in-law?"
Cheng Hao paused for a moment, and the next second, a burst of joy emerged from the depths of his eyes. He said, "Yes, yes, yes, Little Yining is absolutely right, she is your future sister-in-law."
Blushing instantly, Zou Yaru's fair face was suffused with red.
"Yaru, there's no need to be shy. We're going to get married sooner or later," Cheng Hao moved closer and whispered in Zou Yaru's ear.
Zou Yaru's smile stiffened, and she lowered her gaze, seemingly embarrassed.
