"You're such a fool! Jiang Shaoqing, I realize you're really slow. I'm willing to do these things for you for a reason. I won't divorce or leave you. When I love someone, I won't just stand by while they fall into trouble."
Zhuo Lin boldly placed her hand on the back of Jiang Shaoqing's hand. Her fair, slender hand made his larger hands look even more defined.
Jiang Shaoqing remained silent.
He was too shocked to react.
"You... Zhuo Lin..."
With an IQ of 150, Jiang Shaoqing felt confused for the first time. What was Zhuo Lin saying?
Was it what he thought?
No, he was mistaken. It must have been too many recent things, a lack of rest causing hallucinations. He knew how resistant Zhuo Lin was to marriage. That's why he felt secure choosing her.
It was also a barrier in his heart, as he knew Zhuo Lin's feelings for him—there was no romantic aspect.
