"Really?" Han Xiayang's eyes suddenly widened.
At the same time, his brain quickly started working, thinking about what he could ask Young Master Lin for. It was such a rare opportunity, and soon he had an idea in his heart. However, those charming eyes suddenly turned bright but soon, they dimmed again because of the opponent's words: "Don't be happy so soon. If my wife doesn't agree to marry me, I don't mind letting you and your wife look at each other across the sea."
"Boss, don't be like this." Han Xiayang was about to cry, how could it be like this? His future wife was already not fond of him. If this Young Master made a further step, he might have to be a bachelor for life.
Quickly, a scene started to emerge in his mind: when he was old with gray hair, everyone around him would be surrounded by children, holding grandchildren, while he would be the only one shaking in the cold wind, as pitiful as one could be.
