Xi Luo left a few words with a sarcastic smile before leaving: "Rather than selling myself to you, I'd rather find a gigolo."
Zong Zhan's face darkened inexplicably: "Xi Luo."
The response he got was the sound of the door being slammed shut.
Zong Yue swallowed, eyes filled with curiosity and probing: "Third Uncle... Is President Xi my future third aunt?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Zong Zhan rocked his toe, sneering: "Who's going to find someone who can't settle down like that?"
Zong Yue studied him seriously, feeling that his third uncle's words lacked confidence.
...
The next day, Zong Zhan ordered someone to pull Zong Yue's previous examination records.
He looked through the copied medical records and glanced at Zong Yue: "Much ado about nothing. 'Hard to conceive' isn't 'infertile', as for consulting traditional medicine?"
